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...'

What are the odds it

warned you from the start... She's not truly into you... I told you not to

her off, "Caroline, it's late.

Then, he hung up.

phone, couldn't help but smile

she lost to

similar background, she had arrived at the

she wasn't happy, why should Sherilyn get to

call... Was Sherilyn really seeing Edgar often? No, that

together,

second thought, it wasn't like she couldn't

by doubt, Gilbert

the study door

lips curled slightly, she came looking

was willing

clear

Edgar, he, being the bigger

"Come in."

his anticipation, Gilbert spoke

not Sherilyn,

"Mr. Foster."

Ms. Gomez hurt herself? She asked me for some ice earlier, said she needed

Her arm was swollen?

"

"Alright, I got