Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Francis didn't let on, but he got up quietly to answer the call on the side.

"What's going on?"

Rebecca is blind and she managed to escape? What were the bodyguard and the maid even doing?

Sawyer explained, "Well, the bodyguard was in the restroom, and the grocery delivery guy came by, so the maid was checking the order. She slipped out through the back door of the kitchen."

Looks like she had it all planned out.

Of course, it was also a lapse on the bodyguard and maid's part because they thought, given Rebecca's blindness, she couldn't possibly escape.

Francis, holding his phone, said with a heavy tone, "I'm on my way over."

After hanging up, Francis prepared to leave.

"Where are you off to?" Sylvia spared him a glance, a rare diversion from her meal. "Aren't you eating?"

"Got a bit of a situation," Francis said with a smile. "Grandma, with James and Sherilyn here, you're in good company. Please, have a bit more." Taking the chance, Sherilyn shot Gilbert a look.

Her plate was stacked high like a little mountain. How could she possibly eat all that?

Gilbert got the hint instantly. While Sylvia was busy talking to Francis, he transferred the heap from Sherilyn's plate to his own.

"That's it, just a couple of bites."

Sherilyn pursed her lips, barely lifting her fork.

"You little rascal!"

Sylvia turned around and smacked Gilbert on the back of his head. "How old are you again? Can't you serve yourself? Why are you stealing Sherilyn's food?"

"Grandma..." Gilbert, rubbing his head, looked as pitiful as could be. "Sherilyn's not been feeling well, her appetite's down. Lately, she's just been into soups."

"Is that so?"

Hearing this, Sylvia patted Sherilyn's head, "Why didn't you tell me?"All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

She then called out, "Quick! Get Sherilyn a bowl of soup! Make sure it's not too greasy!"

While she took Sherilyn's plate and dumped the leftovers into Gilbert's plate, "Here, it's all yours now."

Gilbert and Sherilyn were both speechless.

Given the rare family gathering, they naturally planned to stay overnight.

Originally, they had their separate rooms, but because Sherilyn was pregnant, Gilbert insisted on staying in her room.

"I'll be right here if you need water at

night, or suddenly crave something," Gilbert said as he pulled back the

covers, patting the m

"Okay, sure."

Hop

Sherilyn felt a wave of emotion. She had to admit, ever since finding out she was pregnant, he had been even more attentive.

As she closed her eyes, she thought, if only they could erase those 'four years' between them?

But the past was an immutable fact, indelible and unforgettable...

Just as Gilbert was about to turn off the light, Sherilyn's phone rang.

"Who's that this late?"

Sherilyn was puzzled herself and checked the caller ID; it was a landline. "Hello?"

"Sherilyn! It's me, Rebecca!"

"Rebecca?"

Sherilyn sat up in shock. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Sherilyn, can you come get me? I couldn't think of anyone else to call. I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Of course! Where are you? I'll be right there!"

The call from Rebecca came from the police station.

When Gilbert and Sherilyn arrived at

the station, Rebecca was sitting quietly in a corner, looking a bit disheveled. Her hair was unkempt, her clothes dirty, and there were

some scrapes on her hands and face.

"Rebecca!"

Sherilyn rushed over, taking her hand. "I'm here."

"Sherilyn?" Rebecca hugged her tightly, bursting into tears like a child.

"I can't see! They took off the bandages, and my eyes... I can't see anything! Sherilyn, I'm blind! Oh..."

Sherilyn's tears flowed freely as she held

, in that moment, n

Ca, gently patting her

could ease the pain.