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 routine, with Gilbert assisting her.

his cheeks turned

understood

not

be shy about with Grandma?

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of you since you

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

“Were you born this

proudly.

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

Gilbert was speechless.

them,

beside the bed, feeding Francis

tube not yet removed. Following

water gently. “Take

swallow the water, a bit dribbling from the corner of his

mouth.

it dry.

for a start…”

The hospital