Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn gently pulled her hand away, her delicate lashes quivering slightly. "Then I'll wait for your message." "Okay."

Gilbert's gaze dimmed as he retracted his hand, idly spinning the cup of coffee in his grasp, hesitating before he spoke.

"Sherilyn, could I... see Jenna?"

The meaning behind his words was clear to both of them.

This wasn't about merely 'seeing' Jenna.

He had already met Jenna before; by saying this now, he clearly wished to acknowledge her as his daughter.

Sherilyn's lips formed a slight smile she wasn't surprised, having expected this.

"Gilbert, Jenna and I, we've gotten used to our life. It's just us in our world... do you understand?"

The expected answer.

Gilbert nodded, his tongue tasting bitterness, "I understand."

He had missed all of Jenna's life so far... Sherilyn's refusal to let him acknowledge his daughter was expected, yet understandable. "And..."

Sipping her tea, Sherilyn added, "Also, please don't tell Sylvia about Jenna."

Sylvia was the one who cherished lineage the most.

If she found out, she would definitely make a big deal about bringing Jenna back to the Johnson family, and who knows, she might even push them towards reconciliation because of Jenna.

Sherilyn wanted to avoid any unnecessary complications.

"Okay." Gilbert frowned, his voice heavy with promise: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Thank you." Sherilyn smiled appreciatively.

Gilbert felt a profound bitterness, unable to muster a smile.

He took out a card from his pocket and placed it in front of Sherilyn.

"What's this?" Sherilyn was puzzled.

"It's a supplementary card."

He was offering her money?

Sherilyn shook her head without a second thought, "I don't need it. You've already given me enough."

But Gilbert insisted, "That was for you; this is for Jenna... for Jenna's child support."

He pointed at the card, "I am Jenna's father. It's my duty to support her."

Sherilyn's lips parted slightly, unable to argue.

Gilbert urged, "Take it. There's no limit on this card."

"Okay..." After a moment of hesitation, Sherilyn accepted the card.

Once their business was concluded, and they left the coffee shop, Gilbert drove Sherilyn to her apartment building.

"Thank you." Sherilyn thanked him, unbuckling her seatbelt to open the door.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert suddenly spoke up, stopping her.

"Hmm?" Sherilyn turned back to look at him.

"I just wanted to ask..." Gilbert furrowed his brows, finding it hard to express himself, taking a deep breath.

He blurted out, "Do you hate me?"

Such a question? Sherilyn stared at him for a while before responding, "Would you believe me if I said I don't?"

Her response was vague and didn't give a clear answer, but it was heavy with irony.

Gilbert's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. Sherilyn hated him! Undoubtedly!

"Why bring up hatred? It's

meaningless." Sherilyn looked at his pale and troubled face, her laugh

cold and detached. Content Belongs

"We're Jenna's parents. Let's just interact in that capacity from now on."

Because of Jenna's condition, they. were bound to meet again. For

Jenna's sake, they at least hal

maintain a facade of cordiality.

Med to meet again. For

"I'm off."

Sherilyn waved, stepping out of the car and jogging into the building.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Gilbert sat silently in the car, murmuring softly, "For Jenna... But what about you, Sherilyn?"

How would she deal with years of bitterness and grievances?

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The next day, Sherilyn received a message from Gilbert.

[I've contacted the doctor. I'll send you the address and contact information. Bring Jenna over tomorrow; I'll have everything arranged beforehand.]

After reading it, Sherilyn let out a long sigh of relief and replied.