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..."

She decided not to rush and slowed her pace, only to

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

steady,

"Sherilyn."

wasn't one to

called out to

and then turned to

eyes, neither

a faint smile playing on

didn't think you'd actually come. Let

Gilbert's illness,

lowered her gaze, offering no

demeanor suggested the question

"No answer?"

can see it on your face—you're not

"I told you,

days are over!

swnovel

you? From now you'lDnever

her,

her a dismissive look and instructed

caretaker maneuvered the wheelchair, pushing

"Caroline."

cut

calmly, her tone

not to listen to a word you say... yes, not a single

that, she turned abruptly and ascended

"?!"