Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1150

Sylvia sat in her wheelchair, her eyes lighting up as she heard the familiar footsteps. She looked up and waved with a warm smile.

"Sherilyn, come over here."

"Grandma," Sherilyn replied with a grin, making her way to Sylvia's side.

"Have a seat, dear."

"Sure." Sherilyn sat down, her gaze lingering on Sylvia's face. "You look so much better now, Grandma."

"Indeed," Sylvia nodded, her eyes twinkling as she squeezed Sherilyn's hand. "I've been feeling more energetic lately, just in time to help with your wedding plans, hmm?"

"Grandma?" Sherilyn was momentarily taken aback. How did Grandma know she was getting married? Her brother must have told her.

But Grandma organizing her wedding?

Sylvia didn't rush to explain. Instead, she glanced at Francis standing nearby.

"Yes, Grandma?" Francis understood the unspoken request and handed Sylvia a document folder.

Sylvia took it, opened it, and spread its contents in front of Sherilyn. There were two cards, several papers, and some property deeds.

"There's a million dollars in here," Sylvia tapped the cards lightly.

her eyes widening in

these jewels, stored safely in the

Sherilyn speechless, her lips

more," Sylvia said, glancing at

a second folder. "Sherilyn, this

"What?"

mind was

it and see." Francis encouraged her

folder, revealing a document. As soon as she saw the letterhead, her eyes brimmed

was the Johnson Group's

up, utterly shocked, staring at Francis in disbelief.

Sylvia's earlier tone, "It's your

like it might burst from her

rational side took over. She shook her head

I can't accept

annoyance. "This is for you. Accept it with grace. It's only right for the Johnson family to give

furrowing. "I'm not a Johnson by blood, just the

the Johnsons. How could she accept

interrupted, holding her hand and giving it

woman felt a lump

with emotion. Her

when you were in Crestwood...