Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Back to Golden Oak Manor.

The car came to a halt, and without waiting for Gilbert, Sherilyn pushed the door open and stepped out on her own.

Gilbert paused, a silent scoff escaping him, perplexed by her pride.

By the time he entered the living room, Sherilyn had already made her way upstairs. Gilbert, a step behind, paused as he passed the master bedroom but ultimately turned towards the study instead. He had barely settled down when his phone rang.

It was Caroline.

"Hey?" Gilbert swiped to answer.

"Gilbert," Caroline began, just leaving the TV station, calling him from her car. "I went to the archives, you guys had already left... Everything okay with you and Sherilyn?"

Gilbert remained silent, offering no reply.

Seems like trouble?

Caroline hesitated before speaking, "I wanted to ask, is this a regular thing with Sherilyn and Edgar?"

Regular thing? As in, do they meet often?

Gilbert didn't respond, his expression growing even more irate.

"Gilbert..."

As if worried for him, Caroline cautiously continued, "I might be speaking out of turn, but for your sake, I have to bring this up...'

only this one time? What are the odds it happened just when we stumbled upon

She's not truly

her off, "Caroline, it's late. You should head

Then, he hung up.

holding her phone, couldn't help

lost to Sherilyn?

similar background, she had arrived at

she wasn't happy, why should

phone in hand, pondered over Caroline's call... Was Sherilyn really seeing

they got together, they'd

thought, it wasn't like she

doubt, Gilbert massaged his

the study

curled slightly, she came looking

she was willing to

and clear

the bigger , wouldn't hold it against

"Come in."

his

revealing not Sherilyn, but the

"Mr. Foster."

She asked me for

Her arm was swollen?

"

brows furrowed. "Alright, I got