Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Francis took a seat as instructed, "Grandma, you wanted to speak with me?"

"Be honest with me, Francis."

Sylvia, fraught with worry, inquired, "This injury Gilbert has sustained, is it linked to the same group responsible for your car accident years ago?"

"Grandma," Francis furrowed his brow, "you promised that once the Johnson family business was handed over to my brother and me, you'd step back from it all." "My dear boy!"

Sylvia, anxious, retorted, "I'm not trying to interfere. But with both of you getting into trouble one after the other, can't I even ask?"

Francis was reluctant to delve deeper, especially since Gilbert's situation involved the Harrisons as well.

He nodded vaguely, "Yeah."

"Oh, you."

Frustrated by her inability to get more information, Sylvia conceded, "Alright, alright, I won't pry anymore!"

"Grandma, you should get some rest," Francis said, getting up to leave.

"Wait!"

Sylvia stopped him again, "There's one more thing. I've been thinking of passing down the Starfall Drive mansion to Sherilyn. You don't have any objections, do you?" "Why would I object?"

Francis wondered aloud. "It's your property, Grandma. You're free to do with it as you please."

"That's a relief."

sighed, her hands clasped together in prayer, "If only Gilbert wakes up. I wouldn't hesitate to do anything for Sherilyn if it meant

"Ah..."

filled with their shared

to do next. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but since Francis had come to pay his respects, she usually took this time to bring in the medicine, and the door was left

the conversation about the Starfall Drive

knocked on the door, smiling, "Grandma,

...

Dawn was breaking.

couch and went to freshen up

rounds, and a caregiver

caregiver, a sturdy man, found it easier to help

it came to shaving,

"Sure," the caregiver nodded,

her the razor. "His face has been prepped

just apply

"Okay."

the shave, Sherilyn wiped

handed the items

cleaning

to wash her

tug on her

when she