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..."

rush and slowed her

her caretaker having just carried her down and settled her

kept her gaze steady, pretending not to

"Sherilyn."

Caroline wasn't one to let

she called out

and then turned to

neither speaking

scrutinized her, a faint smile playing

spoke. "I didn't think you'd

Gilbert's illness,

her gaze, offering no

indifferent demeanor suggested the question wasn't meant for

"No answer?"

I can see it on your

"I

over!

swnovel

you? From

from her, Sherilyn remained

look and instructed her caretaker, "Josie,

maneuvered the wheelchair, pushing

"Caroline."

voice cut through

calmly, her tone

not to listen to a word you

turned abruptly and ascended the

"?!"