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

start... She's not

"Caroline, it's late. You should

Then, he hung up.

holding her phone, couldn't help but

she lost to Sherilyn? Not

background, she had arrived at

wasn't happy, why should

call... Was

they got together, they'd

on second thought, it wasn't like she couldn't find any time at

by doubt, Gilbert

the

curled slightly, she

she was willing to

and clear up

bigger ,

"Come in."

hide his anticipation,

not Sherilyn,

"Mr. Foster."

hurt herself? She asked me for some ice earlier, said

Her arm was swollen?

"

brows furrowed. "Alright, I