Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn stood frozen, feeling the pressure of his palm against her lower abdomen.

"Have I not treated you well? What more do you want from me to stay by my side willingly? Are you really that eager to break up? Do you think, carrying my child, that Edgar Ferguson would still want you?"

Without waiting for Sherilyn to answer, the man's eyes flickered briefly, and he let out a faint, dismissive laugh, word by word he declared, "Listen well, you're staying right here by my side! Give birth to this child! My child must be brought into this world well and healthy! And my child can only have me as a father!"

After finishing, he released Sherilyn and went upstairs.

Sherilyn froze on the spot, her mind completely blank, buzzing with shock and scrambling to form a coherent thought!

It took her a moment to snap out of the initial shock.

Gilbert, he actually didn't believe her?

No, he actually believed her?

She had even said outright that the child wasn't his... and he didn't doubt her?

She admitted, she was impulsive at that moment. All she could think of was seizing the chance to leave him! A now or never opportunity!

But he didn't believe it?

Even she herself thought that Caroline's instigations were logical and convincing!

and his absence all night, she thought he had believed it! But it turned out, he was just angry because of her careless words? He didn't even question her... He

did this trust

shouldn't he have firmly chosen Caroline? Just like he did four years

How ironic, right?

this four years

a glass of milk. As she was drinking it, she heard

put down the glass and ran

late, Gilbert had already left through the foyer, closing the front

tugged at her lips

he not hear her?

still chose of

swnole

wait?

here? What could she do to leave with her child and Jenna, escaping from

her

well the previous night, full of

stuck in a stalemate with no plan, Sherilyn laid down with a wait-and-see attitude and fell asleep. Somewhere in a drowsy state, she didn't know what time it was when she heard a knock at the door. Fidelia was calling from the doorway, "Ms. Gomez, are you awake? It's time for lunch." "Mmm..." Sherilyn was so sleepy she could barely open her eyes,

over and

without options, went

a moment's thought, she called Gilbert, full of dilemmas, "Mr. Johnson, I've called

very tired and