Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Seriously?"

It sounded like a solid plan. Sherilyn nodded in agreement, "Then, big thanks to you, Fran."

"Alright, it's settled then."

After seeing Gilbert off, Sherilyn also headed out with Rebecca in tow.

She had arranged to meet Joyce's cousin in the morning, and since Rebecca couldn't be left alone, she decided to bring her along.

Once they arrived, Sherilyn found a spot to sit down. "Rebecca, sorry to drag you around with me."

"It's me who should be sorry," Rebecca said, her eyes wide with a dazed expression, shaking her head. "You've got important things to do, and here you are, stuck with me..."

"Let's not be formal with each other."

They shared a knowing smile.

"Excuse me, are you Sherilyn?"

Sherilyn looked up and quickly stood.

A young man, in his early thirties, stood before her, dressed in a sharp suit. His features bore a slight resemblance to Joyce.

"Mr. Nanson, the lawyer, I presume?" Sherilyn said, offering her hand with a smile. "I'm Sherilyn."

She glanced behind him, wondering why he was alone without an assistant.

"Don't look for one," Nanson said with a chuckle. "I'm personally handling your case."

"How can I ever thank you?" Sherilyn was embarrassed.

he was a

firm, handling high-profile

pretty much makes you family. Plus, helping you out is no big deal

you," she

you bring the documents, your ID, and the copies I asked

"Yes, all set."

pull out a thick envelope

"Everything's in here..."

"Good, let me see..."

and selecting what he

keep these. Wait for my call, and I'll let you know

"Sure thing, Mr. Nanson."

need to be so formal. I'll be billing you, though I'll give you

are you free for lunch? I'd like

"Sorry."

really don't have the

he snapped

for my call. I must be

"Take care, Mr. Nanson."

"Sure thing."

"Sherilyn..."

he left, Rebecca

She

at she had grasped

gist of the

"Are you leaving Sunhaven?"

"Yes."