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.

Joyce, he

own firm, handling high-profile

no bother at all." Nanson took a seat and smiled. "You're a close friend of Joyce, which pretty much makes you family. Plus, helping

she

bring the documents, your ID,

"Yes, all set."

her backpack to pull out a thick envelope stuffed with

"Everything's in here..."

"Good, let me see..."

reviewing the documents and selecting what he needed, Nanson packed them

and I'll

"Sure thing, Mr. Nanson."

so formal. I'll be

smile. "Mr. Nanson, are you free for lunch? I'd like to treat you

"Sorry."

don't have the time today. Maybe some

that, he snapped

I must be

"Take care, Mr. Nanson."

"Sure thing."

"Sherilyn..."

left, Rebecca

She hadn't

at she had grasped

of the

"Are you leaving Sunhaven?"

"Yes."