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."

“Then Francis had that car 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 there was hope again. But then she found out Francis had a child-James. And right as you inherited the Harrison estate, she switched her target back

as if she could see right through every pretense. "She's always known exactly what she wants. Her world is all

something,

would've happened years ago. Look at what happened to Rebecca White-five years ago she couldn't handle the

eyes on Gilbert, unblinking. "But Caroline waits five years to fall apart? Does that make any sense

worry. "But this isn't about what I believe. It's a fact.

who shrank further under their scrutiny, her

"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

is just your suspicion. If

"No need."

voice was low and fierce, her eyes locked on his. "You

Gilbert was speechless.

"Do

"I trust you."

hesitation, but his face was drawn. "What do you expect me to do? Throw her out of the hospital and leave her