Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 997

Gilbert stood at the doorway, pulling out his phone and swiping to dial.

"Hey, bro, it's me... I'm at Grandma's..."

"Alright, I'm waiting for you."

After hanging up and pocketing his phone, he turned to see the patio door open, and Caroline wheeled herself in.

Heading straight towards Gilbert, she glanced into the bedroom, "How's Grandma doing?"

Gilbert's expression was somber, and after a brief silence, he replied, "She took her meds, feeling a bit better." "That's good to hear."

Caroline nodded, preparing to wheel herself further in, "I'll go in and see her..."

"No need."

Gilbert timely grabbed the wheelchair's handles, his frown light but his eyes clearly resistant.

"Grandma needs her rest, and I think it's not the right time for you to go in."

"Not the right time?"

eyes in a mocking glance at him,

darkened, the

completely? Am I some kind of monster? Would I harm the woman who raised me?" Gilbert shook his head, "I never

"Ha!"

face, "But that's what you're implying!

not?"

of what I said was

stunned, "Look at you, what's

changed, you're ignoring right from wrong?

his

But that money belongs to the Johnson family, not you. No matter how much you hate her, you

gaze hardened, a chill emanating

stand by and let them dive in destitution, without financial support, in

listened, her

challenged, "So what are you going to do about it?

I remind you? This is a

gripping the wheelchair's handles tightly, her entire demeanor

lips quivered with

have died out there in the wilderness! It was me, who carried