Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn paused, a hint of surprise flickering in her eyes. Had he finally seen the light?

Although slightly puzzled by the sudden shift in his demeanor, the outcome was precisely what she had hoped for.

"Okay," Sherilyn said with a small, pursed-lip smile. "Take care, I'm off."

"You too..."

Edgar Ferguson nodded slightly, stepping out of the car to open the door for her.

Their eyes met, sharing a laugh.

Sherilyn waved at him. "I'm heading in. It's snowing; drive safely."

"I will. Go ahead, I'll wait till you're inside before I leave."

"Okay."

Sherilyn turned and walked away.

The moment she turned, the smile on Edgar's face vanished, leaving behind a depth of emotion in his eyes that couldn't be easily dispelled. Watching her retreating figure, he murmured softly, "Sherilyn, I'll wait for you."

He understood Sherilyn's predicament.

From her point of view, it totally made sense.

As a mother, her daughter had to come first... He couldn't and wouldn't compete with Jenna...

all he could do was

the day Jenna was

then, he couldn't pressure

wait was

then, Jenna would be better, and Sherilyn

would be

hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert did

he wouldn't have any

his mouth, catching a falling snowflake, "This is my hope for myself." After all, hope

...

had already bathed

was still bustling about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

asked, picking it up but

window decorations," Sophia explained with a laugh.

recognized it. "I know, but it's been a long

after moving to the Johnson family, such tasks were left to the servants. And later, in Crestwood, with a tight budget and Jenna to care for such

up her sleeves. "Let me

"Sure."

she

just? Once you grow up,

placed the decoration,