Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Pinkie promise." Gilbert effortlessly linked his little finger with his daughter's.

Watching the affectionate father-daughter duo, Sherilyn let out a barely audible sigh. Let it be, she thought. Having one more person to love Jenna was always a good thing. After breakfast, Gilbert left.

Instead of heading straight to the office, he made a detour to the Johnson Estate to see Francis Johnson.

The Johnson Estate was bustling with activity. A few days earlier, Sylvia Johnson and Cara had started preparing for the Christmas celebrations.

At the moment, Sylvia was lecturing Francis.

"Look at you, never knowing anything. The Christmas' almost here; Caroline should be coming back, right? She's always been the one managing our household affairs, and now I'm worn out." Francis responded with his usual three words: "I don't know."

"You..." Sylvia was exasperated.

Her irritation grew when she spotted her grandson. "And you're no help at all! Can you at least bring Sherilyn back home?"

Gilbert shrugged, with brutal honesty, "Can't."

"Ugh!"

Sylvia was fuming. "Out, out, out! Seeing you two just irritates my eyes!"

Bending down to pick up little James, she softened, "At least my James is lovely! Come on, let's go see how Cara's getting on with the holiday preparations."

"Okay!"

duo left,

frowned. "What are you doing here at this time? Don't bother me

holding the official position, he hadn't been spared

I'm not here to bother you. Today, I noticed someone

phone and showed Francis a

it. "Again, the Harrison

he immediately called Sawyer, who

away. "This guy isn't from the Harrison family;

gun meant it wasn't clear who was paying them or for

pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's have Sawyer follow you for a while." Gilbert objected with

"Why act tough?"

left; we can't afford any more incidents. Do you want to end

that's not what

it's better to wait and see. With Charles, Allen and Abel by my side, and now Sawyer... They'll have to think twice before making a

silent, conceding that

of living in constant fear, it was better to clarify the opponent's intentions as soon as possible.

agreement.

I value my

danced,

couldn't help

resemblance to the somber