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.

Francis with his morning routine, with Gilbert

couldn’t speak, but his cheeks turned red,

Sylvia understood

not

What’s there to be shy about with Grandma? You and

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of you since you were babies…”

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

Sylvia scolded, “Were you

chin proudly. “I was born to be

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

Gilbert was speechless.

hospital bed, Francis watched them, a smile curling

beside the bed, feeding

woken up, the feeding tube not yet removed. Following the doctor’s orders, they began with

Sylvia spooned the water gently. “Take it slow. No rush.”

a bit dribbling

mouth.

a towel, Gilbert quickly wiped it dry.

for a start…”

The hospital room door sounded.