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.

Gilbert frowned, his voice heavy with promise:

you." Sherilyn smiled

bitterness, unable to muster

a card from his pocket and placed

Sherilyn was

"It's a supplementary card."

was offering

shook her head without a second thought, "I don't

insisted, "That was for you; this is

the card, "I am Jenna's father. It's my duty

slightly, unable

"Take it. There's no limit on this

a moment of hesitation, Sherilyn accepted the

the coffee shop, Gilbert drove

him, unbuckling her

suddenly spoke up,

turned back to

wanted to ask..." Gilbert furrowed his brows, finding it hard to

out, "Do you

I said I don't?" Her response was vague and

bobbed with difficulty.

up hatred?

troubled face, her laugh