Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1188

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He shook his head, stammering, "It's not about 'pointing fingers' or anything, Sherilyn. I'm just worried about you."

"Worried about what? That I'll run away?"

Sherilyn gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile. "Yeah, as if I could. Trust me, I've thought about it, but I know I can't. Even if I wanted to, there's nowhere for me to go."

Her eyes were rimmed red, a faint shimmer glistening in them.

"No matter what I want, I'm stuck here. Stuck with this endless mess..."

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert's heart twisted. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. "It's not endless. I promise, it's not."

"Oh, really?"

Sherilyn gave a hollow laugh. "And how can you be so sure? Your mom's... issues no one's been able to fix those."

"That doesn't have to affect us!"

Gilbert cupped her delicate back, his voice low and sincere.

"I care about you. Only you. After everything that happened... things are different now. What happened with her was an accident. Please, you have to believe me."

Hmph.

Sherilyn rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a barely audible, cold little

snort.

What difference would it

through this, there'd

clearly-Caroline was a nightmare that just wouldn't let go. She always found some

her

could life go on

Sherilyn came inside with Jenna after playing in the garden. The scent of freshly cut grass clung to their clothes. As soon as they walked in, she spotted

home already?

"Daddy!"

Jenna squealed, rushing over.

daughter up into his arms, his eyes warm and smiling. "Did you have

"I was!"

face lit up. "Daddy, guess what! My teacher gave me

"Wow, really? That's amazing!"

"Uh-huh!"

and hopped down. "Wait right here, Daddy! I'll go get my paper to show

her soft, messy hair,

dashed upstairs, her little feet thumping on

living room

at her, a little sheepish.

at the antique grandfather clock in the corner,

have another business dinnet

tonight?"

"No..."

"Oh."

you

brittle. "I forgot. You're going to the hospital

to check us

voice was gentle, but every word was a

"That's not it."