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

could see right through every pretense. "She's always known exactly what she wants. Her

if recalling something, and offered a

down, it would've happened years ago. Look at what happened to Rebecca White-five years ago she couldn't handle the shock and had a mental collapse. She

unblinking. "But Caroline waits five years to fall apart?

Gilbert admitted, his brow furrowed with worry. "But this isn't about what I believe. It's a

who shrank further under their scrutiny,

"Just look at her..."

"She's faking it!"

"I'm telling you, she's putting on a show. Trust me it takes real expertise to diagnose these things. If

This is just your suspicion. If you want,

"No need."

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

Gilbert was speechless.

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

"I trust you."

"What do you expect me to do? Throw