Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1213

"She's lost her mind?"

Sherilyn jabbed a finger toward Caroline, who lay trembling on the bed.

A cold, scornful smile curled on Sherilyn's lips. "Someone as calculating as her— do you really think she could go mad?"

Her tone dripped with contempt.

"Mental illness isn't something you just catch like a cold. People who really break down are the sensitive ones, the ones who actually feel. She doesn't even have feelings what makes her think she qualifies?"

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert faltered, searching for words.

"What? Are you going to argue with me?"

Disappointment flickered across Sherilyn's face as she shook her head. "Do you really not get it? Or are you just playing dumb to defend her?"

She took a breath and launched into a tirade.

"Back then, when Grandma told her to choose between you and Francis, she picked Francis. And why? Because she knew perfectly well you were never meant to inherit the Johnson estate-Francis was the real heir. Only by marrying Francis could she become the true lady of the house."

accident, and when it looked like he'd never wake up, she immediately set her sights on you. Because if Francis was out of the picture, the family fortune would go to you." "And later? When Francis miraculously recovered, she thought

pretense. "She's always known exactly what she wants. Her world is all about gain and advantage-tell me, how could

if recalling something,

what happened to Rebecca White-five years ago she couldn't handle the shock and had a mental collapse. She even lost

years to fall apart? Does that make any sense to you? Do

right, I get what you're saying," Gilbert admitted, his brow furrowed with worry. "But this isn't about what I believe. It's a fact. That's what the

who shrank further under their scrutiny, her fear growing with every

"Just look at her..."

"She's faking it!"

back, her voice certain and unyielding. "I'm telling you, she's putting on a show. Trust me it takes real expertise to diagnose these things. If she's determined to pretend, she

your suspicion. If you want, I can call in her psychiatrist

"No need."

and fierce, her eyes locked on his. "You think

Gilbert was speechless.

lifting her chin. "Do you trust her, or do you trust

"I trust you."

was drawn. "What do you expect me to do? Throw her out of the hospital and leave her