Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 193

Gilbert steadied himself and comforted Sylvia.

“Grandma, don’t you trust Fran? He’s amazing, isn’t he? He’s beaten being in a coma, and is rehab going to scare him?”

Those words struck a chord with Sylvia.

Sylvia nodded. “You’re right. Francis has always been sweet and never caused me any worry. Everything he does is…”

She glared at her younger grandson Gilbert, “You’re nothing like him! Always finding ways to rile up!”

me

At that, a shadow flickered in Gilbert’s eyes, almost unnoticeable, gone immediately.

“Exactly.” Gilbert arched an eyebrow, his tone indifferent as ever. “Well, that’s the difference between the golden child and the black sheep, right?”

Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh, tears fresh on her cheeks, as she playfully tapped Gilbert’s forehead.

“Oh, now that your brother’s awake, you’re back to being a naughty kid!” Sylvia sighed, “I just hope Francis gets better soon. That way, you can relax a bit, right?”

“Yes, Grandma.” Gilbert nodded.

The grandson and grandmother duo stayed in the hospital room that night, making do for the night.

with his morning

his cheeks turned red,

Sylvia understood instantly.

not know her

be shy about

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you since

a basin, Gilbert protested. “Don’t lump me in with that! What’s this about

“Were you born this

his chin proudly. “I was

him, “Your brother is six–foot–three. You’re six–foot–two and

Gilbert was speechless.

hospital bed, Francis watched them, a smile curling on his lips.

beside the bed, feeding

feeding tube not yet removed. Following the doctor’s orders,

water gently. “Take it slow.

to swallow the water, a bit dribbling from the corner

mouth.

quickly wiped it dry. “No rush, Fran. You’re

for a start…”

hospital room door sounded.