Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn gently pulled her hand away, her delicate lashes quivering slightly. "Then I'll wait for your message." "Okay."

Gilbert's gaze dimmed as he retracted his hand, idly spinning the cup of coffee in his grasp, hesitating before he spoke. "Sherilyn, could I... see Jenna?"

The meaning behind his words was clear to both of them.

This wasn't about merely 'seeing' Jenna.

He had already met Jenna before; by saying this now, he clearly wished to acknowledge her as his daughter.

Sherilyn's lips formed a slight smile-she wasn't surprised, having expected this.

"Gilbert, Jenna and I, we've gotten used to our life. It's just us in our world... do you understand?"

The expected answer.

Gilbert nodded, his tongue tasting bitterness, "I understand."

He had missed all of Jenna's life so far... Sherilyn's refusal to let him acknowledge his daughter was expected, yet understandable. "And..."

Sipping her tea, Sherilyn added, "Also, please don't tell Sylvia about Jenna."

Sylvia was the one who cherished lineage the most.

If she found out, she would definitely make a big deal about bringing Jenna back to the Johnson family, and who knows, she might even push them towards reconciliation because of Jenna. Sherilyn wanted to avoid any unnecessary complications.

voice heavy with promise: "Don't

you." Sherilyn smiled

profound bitterness, unable to muster

took out a card from his pocket and placed it in

this?" Sherilyn was

"It's a supplementary card."

offering her

thought, "I don't need

this is for Jenna...

"I am Jenna's father. It's my duty

parted slightly,

"Take it. There's no limit

of

business was concluded, and they left the coffee shop, Gilbert drove

unbuckling her

suddenly spoke

back

furrowed his brows, finding it hard to express

out, "Do you

me if I said I don't?" Her response was

with

up hatred?

looked at his pale and troubled face, her laugh cold and