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.

Sylvia helped Francis with his morning routine, with Gilbert assisting her.

but his cheeks turned

understood

not

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

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I’ve taken care of you since you were

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

scolded, “Were you born this tall?”

his chin proudly. “I

seeing through him, “Your brother

Gilbert was speechless.

the hospital bed, Francis watched them, a smile curling on his

sat beside the bed, feeding Francis water.

the feeding tube not yet removed. Following the

water gently. “Take it slow. No

the water, a bit dribbling from the corner of his

mouth.

dry. “No rush, Fran. You’re

for a start…”

The hospital room door