Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 657

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"Naylor Harrison."

Gilbert's voice was low and heavy as he spoke the name.

"Yeah."

Francis nodded, his brother had been in a coma, but that didn't mean he'd been idle. "The one who messed with your car was One."

But before he could get his hands on One, Naylor had taken matters into his own hands and shipped One overseas.

"What's he up to? What's he want?"

Gilbert's brows furrowed in confusion. He genuinely didn't understand.

"No clue."

Francis shook his head, sharing his brother's bewilderment.

After a moment of silence, he sighed, "Now, the only Harrison left in Sunhaven is Six."

Yeah.

Naylor's son, the only one still alive and well in Sunhaven, was Six.

"Big bro."

Francis came out to find Sherilyn had just finished her phone call.

"Sherilyn." Francis nodded, his usual cool demeanor unchanged. "You've been working hard these days."

Sherilyn just smiled, no denials, no formalities.

From inside, Gilbert's voice called out, "Sherilyn!"

Francis couldn't help but frown at the sound, "Take care of Gilbert for me, will you? I've got to go."

"Take care, big bro."

After Francis left, Sherilyn slowly pushed open the door to the inner room.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert looked at her with a mix of pouting and pleading, "Didn't you hear me calling? I thought you'd left."

Sherilyn didn't bother explaining, "What do you need?"

"I'm thirsty. Need some water."

"Alright."

Sherilyn nodded amiably and went to get him some water, "Just a sec."

Returning with a glass of water, she handed it to him, "Here."

"My hands are too weak." Gilbert pouted, making no move to take the glass.

Sherilyn looked at him, her silence speaking volumes. "Are you faking it? You seemed pretty energetic chasing after me." "That was just adrenaline!"

Gilbert argued, neck stiff, "The doctor said I'm still weak, need rest."

Pointing to his head, he added, "I had brain surgery!"

And then he played the sympathy card, "Was that a minor surgery?"

Because of the surgery, his hair had been shaved off. They say if you want to test a man's attractiveness, see him bald.

Even bald, Mr. Gilbert's looks weren't diminished.

Seeing the bandages on his bald head, Sherilyn compromised once more, holding the glass to his lips, "Drink."

Gilbert was pleased, taking a few sips from her hand, "Water you give, tastes sweet."

Sherilyn quickly pressed the glass to his lips, silencing him, "Just drink!"

"Mmph..." Gilbert almost choked, blinking innocently.

The next afternoon, Gilbert went for a brain CT and MRI, with results expected in a couple of days.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, Gilbert had his therapy session early.

Sherilyn broached the subject, "You

seem

, so I was thinking of et

stepping out this afternoon, and come back tomorrow.

Content

"You're leaving?" Gilbert's expression darkened slightly, "I'm not well yet."

Sherilyn's voice softened, "I haven't

been back to Sunset Ridge

Community for days, Jenna misses

me, and besides, today's my follow-up with the chiropractor."

"Oh, right."

With that, Gilbert had no reason to keep her.

"Then wait for me to finish my therapy, and I'll go with you."

"No need." Sherilyn frowned, eyeing him, "You're too weak, better rest up."

"I'm not..."

He started to protest, but Sherilyn

cut him off with a glare, "It's not

about you, it's about Jennaet

your child first, as a parent should."