Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



But how could Caroline keep her cool?

She just couldn't!

And the more she thought about it, the angrier she got! What was wrong with Francis? Had he been utterly bewitched by Rebecca White, a married woman?

He wouldn't listen to a word of her advice!

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Suddenly, Caroline had an epiphany. If she couldn't sway Francis, surely someone else could!

"Josie."

"Ms. Bet, heading back?"

"No." Caroline flashed a sly smile. "Call a cab, I've got a place to go."

...

The Hospital.

VIP Ward of Internal Medicine.

"Granny."

Cara made it a point to visit daily, and today, she placed a document folder in front of her.

"This is the transfer paperwork for the villa on Starfall Drive, it's all sorted now."

"Mhm."

Sylvia nodded.

This villa was previously intended for Sherilyn. However, Sylvia's health had been fluctuating, delaying the process until now.

Thinking back, Gilbert was still her beloved grandson, and the house was filled with joy. It was nothing like now.

Even though Gilbert wasn't always home, his departure made it starkly evident how different the house felt without him. "Oh..."

Sylvia sighed deeply.

"Granny?" Cara, having served the old lady her whole life, understood the reason behind her sigh.

"Are you missing Mr. Gilbert?"

""

Sylvia was momentarily lost in

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thought, either confirming nor denying, "He's no longer the

Johnson family's Mr. Gilbert, but the Harrison family's Mr. Nine now. I wonder how he's doing?"

She knew enough about the Harrison family to understand their complexities.

"The Harrison family is a tangled web. With all of Naylor Harrison's children, do you think his brothers and sisters would easily accept him?"

Cara, listening, knew the old lady was worried about Mr. Gilbert.

"If you're worried, why not invite Mr. Gilbert back for a visit? Ask him in person?"

"Come back?"

Sylvia chuckled and shook her head, "He won't return."

After all, she was the one who had sent him away!

She couldn't help but lament, "His child and James must be around the same age now, right?"

"Ah... I had hoped to meet them, but his child might not want to see me."

"Granny."

Cara encouraged, "Mr. Gilbert isn't the type to hold grudges. He's extremely dutiful. Besides, the child isn't just Mr. Gilbert's, but Ms. Sherilyn's as well. It's only right you should meet them."

Though Sylvia said this, deep down, she had her reservations.

Shaking her head, "Let's talk about it later."

She had made her bed based on the revelation that her grandson was an 'impostor', acting in the interest of the Johnson family. Being cautious was never a mistake.

But to claim she had no regrets about how things turned out would be a lie.

Moreover, "I'm still in the hospital, and the child has just undergone surgery. It's best not to bring them here. It's perfect..."

Sylvia secured the transfer documents, "Sherilyn and the child can move into a bigger house. It'll be more spacious for the child to play in."

She then mused, "I wonder who the child takes after?"

Cara smiled, "Mr. Francis once took James to meet him. James said the child resembles Mr. Gilbert."

"Is that so?"

Sylvia smiled, "Daughters often look like their fathers, that's for sure."

She sighed with a touch of sentimentality, "Even though he's not a Johnson by blood, he and Francis do look strikingly alike, like brothers. How can two unrelated people look so similar?"

Cara seized the moment, "It's the bond between Mr. Gilbert and the Johnson family..."