Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



This was Francis' ride.

Gilbert, holding Sherilyn's hand, took a few steps forward. The car door swung open, and there was Francis, sitting inside.

"Hey, Francis."

"Mm."

Francis nodded, his gaze briefly flitting over Sherilyn. In a gentle voice, he said, "Sherilyn, could you spare Gilbert for a moment? I have a few words to share with him."

"Big bro? You're being too formal."

Sherilyn's eyes crinkled in a smile. Gilbert let go of her hand, gently touched her hair, and said, "Wait for me in the Bentley. It's cold out here."

"Got it."

Sherilyn turned and walked towards the Bentley, while Gilbert stepped into Francis' Porsche Cayenne.

Inside, the atmosphere was a tad tense.

"Those who hurt you today..." Francis started, already piecing clues together, "are from the Harrison family." "The Harrison family?" Gilbert was taken aback, disbelief in his tone. "How could it be the Harrison family?" Their eyes met, sharing the same thought.

Francis voiced their concern, "I'm afraid someone from the Harrison family is starting to suspect you."

Gilbert rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.

After the incident, they had considered the possibility of an enemy from the Johnson family, but they had never suspected the Harrison family. "Big bro, what do you think the Harrisons know?"

"Not sure." Francis shook his head, equally troubled, "For now, it seems they might have some suspicions but nothing concrete." "Hmph."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Gilbert scoffed, "Just suspicions, and they went this far?"

The man who came at him with a knife today had been aiming to kill!

If it weren't for Allen, and the self-defense he had picked up over the years, Gilbert might well have been dead.

Francis shook his head, his tone detached, "Since Naylor Harrison, the Harrison family has been like this. None of them truly capable, just resorting to these despicable tactics."

"Big bro..." Gilbert suddenly thought of something, his expression darkening.

Francis knew what he was thinking

l.n

and raised his hand to pat his brother's shoulder, "Don't worry, Naylor probably doesn't know anything yet."

"If Naylor were aware, it wouldn't be these useless Harrison family members coming after you today."

"What do you mean?" Gilbert was a bit confused, not quite following.

Francis looked at his brother, hesitating.

Never mind, better not to burden him with more. His brother's fate was already tough enough. "Alright."

They had talked for a while. Francis

waved hand, "Now that we know

it's

Harrison family, just be

careful in the future."

"Yes, big bro."

"Go on. Sherilyn is waiting for you."

"Okay."

Gilbert turned and pushed the car door open.

As he was stepping out, "Gilbert."

Francis called out to him again.

Gilbert turned around, a fleeting look of uncertainty and vulnerability crossing his face, caught by Francis' unwavering gaze.

Francis' voice softened as he said, "No matter what happens, I've got your back."

A faint sourness touched Gilbert's eyes as he forced a smile, "I know, big bro."

"Go on." Francis waved him off and closed the door.

The Porsche Cayenne moved forward a bit, stopping in front of Caroline.

Gilbert turned back to the Bentley. Inside, Sherilyn was dozing off, leaning against the seat, asleep.

Gilbert reached out, pulling her into his embrace. She remained asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

Gilbert gazed down at her sleeping face, unblinkingly.

Sherilyn's attitude towards him had changed suddenly.

Was it because he was hurt, and her concern was genuine? Or because she was carrying his child and knew therewas no escaping him, so she simply resigned to fate?

Whichever it was, Gilbert was grateful she was still by his side.

"Sherilyn," he whispered very softly, "Stay with me. Don't leave me."