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, only to meet Caroline at the foot of the

her caretaker having just

kept her gaze steady, pretending

"Sherilyn."

Caroline wasn't one to let things

she called

paused, and then

neither

a faint smile playing on

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

of Gilbert's illness,

lowered her gaze, offering no

suggested the question

"No answer?"

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

"I told you,

days are over!

swnovel

given you? From

her, Sherilyn remained

gave her a dismissive look and instructed her caretaker,

maneuvered the wheelchair, pushing her

"Caroline."

cut through

calmly, her tone steady and

Francis specifically told me not to listen to a

she turned abruptly and ascended the

"?!"