Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 740

"Grandma..." Gilbert mumbled, his head hung low, drowning in a sea of shame.

"You won't talk, huh?"

Sylvia turned to grab Francis. "What about you? Where's your brother? What did you do with him?"

"Grandma..." Francis, too, found himself lost for words.

"You knew all along he was an impostor..."

Sylvia's eyes were clouded with confusion and age.

Then, it struck her like a cold breeze, "I understand now. The boy who came back with you that year... wasn't Gilbert, was he?" Francis remained silent, his silence a loud admission.

"Oh..."

Sylvia closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as the realization hit her hard.

She remembered!

The Gilbert who had returned was different; the once gentle and quiet grandson had become defiant and reckless...

"I thought, I really thought..."

Her words trailed off into a whisper.

change was due to surviving a kidnapping, not that he had been

Such a revelation!

joy of having her grandson back had blinded her to

joy was replaced with

"Gilbert, Gilbert... my boy!"

clutched Francis's shirt, demanding, "Where did you take my grandson? Answer me! Give my Gilbert back to me!" "Grandma..." Francis's face was a picture of helplessness. "My brother... he's

been lost, would he have

bear the thought of their grandmother losing yet

he brought back the person standing before her as

froze, her breathing becoming

Gilbert... My Gilbert

a cry, "My

couldn't

eyes rolled back as she collapsed into

"Grandma!"

"Grandma!"

the

ét

into

quickly moved

to his

brother's lingering injury.

"I'll call for help!"

"Right!"

rushed Sylvia to