Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Suddenly, his gaze halted, and there she was, a familiar face - Sophia, Jenna's babysitter!

"Sophia!"

Gilbert immediately dashed towards her.

"Mr. Johnson?" Sophia, who was sitting on a park bench knitting a sweater, stood up in surprise upon seeing him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's Jenna?"

He paused, then added, "And Jenna's mom?"

"Huh?" Sophia wasn't sure why he was asking but pointed in a direction anyway.

"Jenna's mom took her to the ice cream parlor over there for some milkshakes."

"Got it! Thanks!"

After thanking her, Gilbert turned and hurried towards the ice cream parlor.

As he reached the street across, he stopped.

The door of the ice cream parlor swung open, and out came a little boy, followed by a young woman carrying a cuddly doll.

It was Jenna! Jenna snuggled into the young woman's neck, planting a shy kiss on her cheek before whispering something in her ear.

ha..." The woman burst into laughter, gently patting Jenna's back. Leaning over to Jenna's ear, she whispered something

in

gaze was fixed on the woman's face, a face completely unknown to

wasn't the face he

Jenna's mom. And Jenna's mom

smirked, shaking his head. What was he thinking? That Jenna could be Sherilyn's child? Seems like he

away from the young woman, Gilbert walked back to

into the car,

It was Charles.

Gilbert, about

aside from

other buyers. their information to

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"Alright."

Gilbert checked the message from

buyers... completely unfamiliar names, no mention of

where Sherilyn got that hair clip

about to start

door of the ice cream parlor opened

time, it was the face he

a her hair loosely tied in a low bun, still wearing

Osely tied in

Jenna, "Thanks so much, Auntie Dawn." "No problem

The Jenna,