Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1148

"Eh?"

James puffed up his cheeks, looking a bit defiant. "Dad, you're so bossy! Can't I even be sad? I'm gonna miss Jenna, you know."

Francis chuckled softly, "Alright, alright. But if you keep sulking like that, Ms. White might think you're not happy to see her."

"Ms. White?"

James's eyes lit up with excitement, his mood instantly lifted. "Where is she?"

As they spoke, the car rolled up to the grand entrance of the Johnson Mansion.

"Over there," Francis pointed toward the main house. "She's waiting for you inside."

"Really?" James asked, a mix of skepticism and hope in his voice.

"You'll see for yourself soon enough."

The car came to a halt in front of the mansion. Francis scooped James up and stepped out. The moment they did, the grand doors swung open from the inside.

Rebecca White stood there, her eyes scanning eagerly until they landed on the father and son. Her face broke into a warm smile.

"Ms. White!" James wriggled free from Francis's arms and dashed toward her. "James!" Rebecca bent down, catching him in a snug embrace.

"I missed you, Ms. White," he declared earnestly, despite having seen her just yesterday.

her eyes twinkling. "Well, I've missed

appeared a bit weary, his eyes still

back," he said softly,

be tired. Let's get some

she guided James inside,

had mentioned something about his good days being just around the corner. And

Later that evening.

Haven, Gilbert and Sherilyn were invited to the main house. Apparently, Naylor had

a seat," Naylor gestured as they

Gilbert asked, holding Sherilyn's hand as they

Naylor didn't

directly at

"About the

tonk

be a good time for

The Martin family? Engagement?

froze, her eyes widening in

QUMS

sensed her discomfort, squeezing her hand

family, Galen being the only decent one among them. Sherilyn might

Gilbert snapped, glaring at Naylor. The old

to do with the

the outburst. "Isn't Farley your