Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sylvia had always hinted at playing matchmaker between Sherilyn and Gilbert, but if Gilbert wasn’t keen, what could she, as a grandmother, do but hope for the best?

When mentioning the past, Gilbert paused. He couldn’t deny it.

His face falling, he nodded, “Yes…”

And he quickly added, “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have…”

“Gilbert. Sylvia cut him off, refusing to accept his apology. “You’re an adult, Gilbert. Every decision comes with its consequences! Sherilyn was your choice! To call it quits now? What do you take her for? Do you think it’s fair to gamble her happiness on your mistakes?”

Gilbert had no comeback. He could only bow his head in silence.

“I won’t accept it.” Sylvia spoke firmly, “As long as I breathe, the Johnson family will not stand for such a frivolous marriage!”

“Grandma.” Gilbert tried to defend himself, “We’re just not right for each other…”

“How long did you even give it?” Sylvia argued. “The marriage barely lasted two months before Sherlyn took off. You’ve got to at least try to see if you two are a good match!”

Suddenly, the old lady clutched her chest. It was her heart!

“Grandma!”

“Sylvia!”

Both Gilbert and Sherilyn were shocked, rushing to Sylvia.

“Call a doctor, quick!”

“Right away!” Sherilyn ran off to get help.

“Gilbert.” Sylvia grasped her grandson’s hand, “You can’t do this to Sherilyn. I know your blame her for Caroline’s accident. I’m heartbroken, too.”

“But Sherilyn wouldn’t do it on purpose. She’s a good person at heart. Remember, she once saved my life. Please, don’t treat her this way. Promise me…

“Okay, okay!” In such a situation, what choice did Gilbert have? Holding Sylvia’s hand, he. nodded repeatedly. “Don’t worry. I promise you everything you ask!”

The doctor arrived, administering an injection and conducting a check–up. “It’s not a big deal, just some stress. But try to stay away from that kind of stuff next time, alright?”

“Understood.”

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After the doctor left and Sylvia was asleep, Gilbert exited the hospital room with Sherilyn trailing behind him.

“Gilbert.” Sherilyn gathered her courage to speak up.

“Hmm?” Gilbert gave her a brief, cold glance. To him, she was nothing but a traitor, a

backstabber.

“Just say it, and don’t go and complain to Grandma again.”

Sherilyn felt a knot in her throat but didn’t argue. “I didn’t mean for today to happen. But it won’t affect our decision to divorce. Whenever you’re ready, I’m here…”

“Enough.” Gilbert didn’t want to hear any of her pretense, “Knowing we can’t divorce, you still say that. What’s the point?”

Sherilyn was at a loss for words, unable to defend herself. Indeed, how could she explain such a coincidence?

Gilbert scoffed, looking at her coldly, “I don’t get you. What’s the point of clinging to me

like this?”

He didn’t wait for an answer and walked away.

Sherilyn stood there, dumbfounded, rubbing her temples. Should she speak up? It seemed her luck was terrible.

That night, Gilbert didn’t show up at the Neon Nights Bar.

After Sherilyn’s performance, she returned backstage to find her dressing room door and the interior filled with bouquets.

“Sherilyn!” Colin was ecstatic, “See? All these, and the ones inside, too. They’re all from Mr. Johnson!”