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."

Sherilyn if it meant his

"Ah..."

was filled with their

of what to do next. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but since Francis had come to pay his respects, she usually took

hearing the conversation about the Starfall Drive mansion. "Generous grandma," she thought, even

door,

...

Dawn was breaking.

and went

her rounds, and a caregiver was about to help Gilbert with his hygiene

a sturdy man, found it easier to help Gilbert change clothes

helped out but when it came to shaving, she offered,

"Sure," the caregiver nodded,

her the razor. "His face has been prepped with a

apply

"Okay."

the cream and finishing the shave, Sherilyn wiped Gilbert's face

handed the items

cleaning

wash her

a tug

when she