Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Francis took a seat as instructed, "Grandma, you wanted to speak with me?"

"Be honest with me, Francis."

Sylvia, fraught with worry, inquired, "This injury Gilbert has sustained, is it linked to the same group responsible for your car accident years ago?"

"Grandma," Francis furrowed his brow, "you promised that once the Johnson family business was handed over to my brother and me, you'd step back from it all."

"My dear boy!"

Sylvia, anxious, retorted, "I'm not trying to interfere. But with both of you getting into trouble one after the other, can't I even ask?"

Francis was reluctant to delve deeper, especially since Gilbert's situation involved the Harrisons as well.

He nodded vaguely, "Yeah."

"Oh, you."

Frustrated by her inability to get more information, Sylvia conceded, "Alright, alright, I won't pry anymore!"

"Grandma, you should get some rest," Francis said, getting up to leave.

"Wait!"

Sylvia stopped him again, "There's one more thing. I've been thinking of passing down the Starfall Drive mansion to Sherilyn. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"Why would I object?"

Francis wondered aloud. "It's your property, Grandma. You're free to do with it as you please."

"That's a relief."

Sylvia sighed, her hands clasped together in prayer, "If only Gilbert wakes up. I wouldn't hesitate to do anything for Sherilyn if it meant his recovery. God bless, I hope he doesn't end up like you did back then..."

"Grandma, he won't."

"Ah..."

The room was filled with their shared concern.

Outside, Caroline hesitated with Sylvia's medication in hand, unsure of what to do next. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but since Francis had come to pay his respects, she usually took this time to bring in the medicine, and the door was left ajar.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She chuckled silently upon hearing the conversation about the Starfall Drive mansion. "Generous grandma," she thought, even before Gilbert had woken up.

Suppressing her discomfort, Caroline knocked on the door, smiling, "Grandma, it's time for your medication."

Dawn was breaking.

Sherilyn woke up on the couch and went to freshen up in the bathroom.

When she came out, a nurse was making her rounds, and a caregiver was about to help Gilbert with his hygiene routine.

The caregiver, a sturdy man, found it easier to help Gilbert change clothes due to his strength.

Sherilyn helped out but when it came to shaving, she offered, "Let me do it."

"Sure," the caregiver nodded,

handing her the razor. "His face has

been prepped with a warm

vel?

compress, just apply the shaving cream."

"Okay."

After carefully applying the cream and finishing the shave, Sherilyn wiped Gilbert's face clean with a warm, damp towel.

"All done."

She handed the items back to the caregiver for cleaning and was.

about to wash her hands wh

She

felt a tug on her clothing.

Confused, she looked down, only to hear the excited voice of the nurse, "It's Mr. Gilbert! He moved!"

Indeed!

Sherilyn saw it too; Gilbert's hand was clutching the hem of her shirt!

Was he awake?

Sherilyn looked up, her heart racing, "Nurse, please, call the doctor!"

"I'm on it!"

"Gilbert's awake? Is he really awake?"

Sylvia's voice, a mix of anxiety and joy,

looked from outside. Sherilyn

looked up to see Sylvia, followed by Francis and Caroline, entering the room.

"Gilbert! Grandma's here!"

Sylvia rushed to the bedside, only to find her grandson still asleep.

"What...?"

Confused, Sylvia looked at Sherilyn, "Didn't you say Gilbert moved?"

"Yes." Sherilyn was just as puzzled, especially since the head doctor had only just examined him.