Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Let me explain."

The security guard started, "We noticed someone lurking around the Bentley for quite a while... So we detained him to ask if you knew him. If not, should we call the cops?" Sophia was unsure of what to do, so she looked back at Gilbert, who had already stood up and approached.

"Mr. Johnson, what do you think?"

"I'll handle it."

"Sure."

Gilbert turned to the guards, "Could you guys show me his picture, if you have one?"

"We do."

One of the guards took out his phone, scrolled for a bit, and handed it over to Gilbert. "Take a look, do you recognize him?"

Gilbert took the phone, saw a completely unfamiliar face, and forwarded the picture to his own phone.

He handed the phone back to the guard, "Thanks for your effort, but I don't know this man. Let him go."

"Let him go?"

"Yes."

Gilbert nodded, clearly indicating that if the guards had approached them, the car must be fine.

Otherwise, they would have headed straight to the police station.

"Well, alright then."

but since the car owner wasn't pressing charges, they didn't press further. "Sorry for

guards left, Gilbert went back to the dining

big, so Sherilyn had overheard

"Just let him go? No need to involve the

he had been attacked with a machete not

the police won't do any

didn't actually do anything, and he wouldn't say anything to the police

attitude made Sherilyn question,

worried. But worrying doesn't solve anything,

who was enjoying

"Jenna, is it good?"

"Super good!"

not to pry further. He knew what he was doing with

towards the window, "Last night, what were you doing by the window?" Sherilyn

could explain, Gilbert noticed the

glass

up decorations. Nice,

"The holidays are

"So,

replying, "Nothing special, just spending time with Jenna." That's how it had always

Sophia's daughter couldn't make it back from abroad, they would at least have some company. "Sir." Jenna tugged at Gilbert's sleeve, "Will

came

"Jenna." Sherilyn frowned, shaking