Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 806

Gilbert was clearly uneasy, though he tried to mask it with a calm exterior.

"Gilbert."

Unable to hold back any longer, Yates spoke up, "Don't worry too much. There's no case Edwin Morris can't handle."

"Yeah."

Gilbert nodded, throwing back his head to down his whiskey in one go before placing the glass on the table. "I've had too much, not feeling well. I'm heading out." With that, he stood up and left without another word.

Yates and Derek exchanged bewildered glances. Too much to drink? He'd barely touched his first glass. The night had just begun.

"Gilbert's still thinking about Sherilyn, isn't he?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Leaving the Platinum Pearl Club, Gilbert didn't go to the police station. Instead, he went to the Sunset Ridge Community.

Within the quiet house of Sunset Ridge, Sophia was trying her best to calm Jenna down.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Jenna had been crying and was still wide awake. Though Sophia had explained that her mommy was at work, the little one couldn't settle.

It was strange. Sherilyn had been away overnight before, and back then, Jenna was understanding and well-behaved. But tonight, nothing seemed to soothe her.

Sophia wondered if it was the mother-daughter connection. They say children have an intuition. Could Jenna sense that her mom was actually in trouble, not just working? "Jenna, don't cry. Mommy will be back soon."

"Sophia, I want to wait for mommy

"Jenna..."

The doorbell rang unexpectedly.

"Who could it be?"

Jenna in her arms, hurried to answer the door, hoping it might be

surprised to see who

"Mr. Johnson?"

time since

"Yes."

"Hey Jenna, can I give you a hug?"

eyes, like washed grapes, looked up in disbelief. "Is it really Mr. Gilbert?!" Recognizing him, she leapt

"Yes, it's me!"

holding his daughter close, felt a wave of guilt and emotion wash over him,

chest, weeping, "Mr. Gilbert, you haven't been here for

ache, "It's my fault." It wasn't that

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"Time for bed, Jenna."

kissed her forehead, "How about I read

side by side, Jenna listening to the story, gradually drifting off to sleep.

"Mr. Gilbert..."

eyes barely open, suddenly asked, "Will

pang in his heart but softly