Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

She'd grown old and had stepped back from the family affairs, yet when it came to her grandchildren, she never took matters lightly. "Grandma, I..."

Under Sylvia's piercing gaze, Caroline's eyes flickered, betraying her unease.

"Is it something about Gilbert?"

Sylvia lost her patience. "Not talking, huh? Fine. You told me Gilbert was on a business trip, right? Call him now. This instant!"

Caroline was stunned, unsure of what to do next.

"Well? Why aren't you calling?"

Sylvia scoffed coldly, her tone severe. "At this point, you're still not willing to be honest with me? Is there something wrong with Gilbert? Are you ready to take responsibility for whatever it is? Can you even bear that responsibility?" "Grandma, I'll tell you!"

With no way out, Caroline had no choice but to confess.

She lowered her gaze, unable to meet the old lady's eyes, and whispered, "Gilbert... he's been injured and is unconscious..."

She laid out the entire situation to Sylvia.

Sylvia felt a sudden rush of blood to her head, a chill spreading from her feet to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and clutched the back of her head.

"Grandma!" Caroline cried out, panic-stricken, as she rushed to support Sylvia. "Francis and I didn't tell you because we were afraid this would happen. Grandma, where's your medicine?"

searching Sylvia's pockets, she found the emergency pills, took

them

to swallow

nervous, worried about how she

the couch. After a moment, Sylvia opened her eyes, looking somewhat

"I'm fine."

dying yet. It's

up with Caroline's

was confused. "Grandma, where

a look as if she was asking a foolish question. "Where do

...

Community, a Porsche

here for me, will you? I need

Rebecca nodded, guessing Sherilyn wanted to inquire about Gilbert's condition. "Go

the car and bent down

rolled down, and Francis met

"Big brother, Gilbert, he..."

"Sherilyn!"

cut off before she

up, she saw Caroline supporting Sylvia,

"Grandma?" Sherilyn was surprised.