Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

This was Francis' ride.

Gilbert, holding Sherilyn's hand, took a few steps forward. The car door swung open, and there was Francis, sitting inside.

"Hey, Francis."

"Mm."

Francis nodded, his gaze briefly flitting over Sherilyn. In a gentle voice, he said, "Sherilyn, could you spare Gilbert for a moment? I have a few words to share with him." "Big bro? You're being too formal."

Sherilyn's eyes crinkled in a smile. Gilbert let go of her hand, gently touched her hair, and said, "Wait for me in the Bentley. It's cold out here."

"Got it."

Sherilyn turned and walked towards the Bentley, while Gilbert stepped into Francis' Porsche Cayenne.

Inside, the atmosphere was a tad tense.

"Those who hurt you today..." Francis started, already piecing clues together, "are from the Harrison family." "The Harrison family?" Gilbert was taken aback, disbelief in his tone. "How could it be the Harrison family?" Their eyes met, sharing the same thought.

Francis voiced their concern, "I'm afraid someone from the Harrison family is starting to suspect you."

Gilbert rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.

After the incident, they had considered the possibility of an enemy from the Johnson family, but they had never suspected the Harrison family. "Big bro, what do you think the Harrisons know?"

head, equally troubled, "For now, it seems they might have some suspicions but nothing

and they went this

him with a knife today had been

weren't for Allen, and the self-defense he had picked up over the

None of

knew what he was

raised his hand to pat

shoulder, "Don't worry

anything yet."

wouldn't be these useless Harrison

Gilbert was a bit confused,

at his

him with more. His

talked for a while. Francis waved hand,

Harrison family, just beel?o

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careful in the future."

"Yes, big bro."

Sherilyn is

"Okay."

turned and pushed the car door

was stepping out,

out