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..."

slowed her pace, only

there, her caretaker having just carried her down and settled her

her gaze steady, pretending not

"Sherilyn."

Caroline wasn't one to let things

she called

and then

locked eyes, neither

scrutinized her, a faint

a moment, she spoke. "I didn't think you'd actually come. Let me

Gilbert's

her gaze, offering no

indifferent demeanor suggested the question wasn't

"No answer?"

I can see it on your face—you're not

laughed softly. "I told you,

over!

swnovel

I've given you? From now

her, Sherilyn

a dismissive look and instructed

caretaker maneuvered the wheelchair, pushing her towards the

"Caroline."

cut through

calmly, her tone steady and

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

abruptly and ascended the

"?!"