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."

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

"Ah..."

was filled

Francis had come to pay his respects, she usually took this time

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

the door, smiling, "Grandma, it's

...

Dawn was breaking.

up on the couch and went to freshen up in

rounds, and a caregiver was about to

sturdy man, found it easier to help Gilbert change clothes

it came to shaving, she offered,

"Sure," the caregiver nodded,

"His face has been prepped with

just apply

"Okay."

cream and finishing the shave, Sherilyn wiped Gilbert's face clean with a warm, damp

items

cleaning and

wash her

tug on her

when she