Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1135

Sherilyn stepped out of the car, holding onto Gilbert's arm.

Francis stood at the door to greet them. "You're here."

"Uncle!"

Jenna looked up with a mixture of politeness and eagerness. "Where's Cousin James?"

Francis smiled down at his little niece and gestured inside. "He's in his room." "Can I go find him?"

"Of course." Francis nodded with a chuckle. "Do you remember where his room is, Jenna?"

"I do!"

Jenna nodded earnestly. "Uncle, I'm going in!"

"Alright."

With permission granted, Jenna dashed past the adults, her little legs carrying her quickly inside.

"Jenna, slow down!"

Sherilyn shook her head with a hint of exasperation and turned to Francis. "I'll go get them."

"Thanks for that."

"Don't mention it."

Sherilyn followed Jenna inside, but the little girl was already halfway up the stairs. "Oh, that girl..."

and slowed her pace,

wheelchair was positioned there, her caretaker having just carried her down and

gaze steady, pretending

"Sherilyn."

wasn't one

called out to

paused, and then turned

neither

scrutinized her, a faint smile playing on

spoke. "I didn't think you'd actually come. Let me

Gilbert's illness,

gaze, offering no

demeanor suggested the question wasn't meant

"No answer?"

eyebrow. "That's fine. I can see it on your

laughed softly. "I told

days are over! Do

swnovel

I've given you? From

her, Sherilyn remained

dismissive look

caretaker maneuvered the wheelchair, pushing

"Caroline."

cut

her tone steady

listen to a

turned abruptly and

"?!"