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

cheeks turned red, clearly embarrassed.

understood

not know

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

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I’ve taken care of you since you

me in with that! What’s this about diapers? I was

scolded, “Were you born this

chin proudly. “I was born to

scoffed, shaking her head, seeing through him, “Your brother is six–foot–three.

Gilbert was speechless.

Francis watched them, a

sat beside the bed, feeding

tube not yet

gently. “Take it slow. No rush.”

water, a bit dribbling from the corner of his

mouth.

it dry. “No rush, Fran. You’re doing great

for a start…”

knock. The hospital