Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 738



"Huh?"

Sherilyn couldn't stand his haughty demeanor, "What's there to be smug about? The reason I said what I did was simply to spare Jenna the pain of thinking she's a child abandoned by her father..."

Hearing this, Gilbert's expression darkened, and he reached out to take Sherilyn's hand.

"I was wrong before, but I promise things will be different from now on, Sherilyn... Let's get married. I've already talked to Jenna about it, and she's not opposed. Let's pick a date to visit grandma and have her help us plan the wedding."

Sherilyn was stunned. Was it happening so soon? This day... was finally coming.

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Johnson Mansion.

In the afternoon.

After lunch, Sylvia was dozing off in a recliner, rocking gently back and forth.

When the doorbell rang, Cara went to answer it.

"Who is it?"

Soon, Cara returned, holding an envelope, "Grandma, it's an express delivery for you."

"Hm?"

Sylvia perked up a bit, "For me?"

Why would that be?

She hadn't been the head of the household for many years; why would anyone send her an express delivery? "Open it and let's see."

"Alright."

As Cara opened the envelope, Sylvia put on her reading glasses and took out the contents to examine closely.

Gradually, her face changed.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Looking up, her breathing grew rapid, and she instructed Cara, "Quick! Call Francis and Gilbert, tell them to come back immediately!" "Right away!"

Something about the grandmother's expression was off, and Cara didn't dare delay, promptly leaving to make the calls. Forty minutes later.

Francis and Gilbert met at the front door, both completely in the dark about why their grandmother was in such a rush.

Entering the living room together, they found Sylvia sitting on the sofa with a grave expression, her gaze sharp and prating.

The brothers exchanged uneasy glances; they hadn't seen their grandmother like this in many years.

"Grandma, we're here."

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

Approaching, Francis stood upright and respectful, while Gilbert sported a playful grin.

Sylvia remained silent.

Glancing from Francis to Gilbert, her gaze lingered on Gilbert.

After a moment, she asked Francis, "Who is he?"

Francis's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Grandma, who are you asking about? Who is who?"

Hmph. Sylvia let out a cold, soft chuckle, pointing at Gilbert, "I'm asking you, who is he?"

Instantly, both brothers were taken aback, turning to look at each other.

"What are you looking at?"

Seeing this, Sylvia sensed there was indeed an issue.

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"If he won't speak, fine, you tell me! Who are you?"

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Gilbert struggled to maintain his composure, forcing a smile, "I'm your youngest grandson. wrong?"

"Yeah," Francis chimed in, frowning, "Grandma, don't you recognize Gilbert?"

"Gilbert?"

"Yes."

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Sylvia raised her hand towards Gilbert.

Her fingertips gently traced over his cheeks and features. "Yes, my Gilbert... looked just like this..."

"Grandma, it's me, Gilbert."

"Similar, very similar."

Sylvia suddenly withdrew her hand, "Then, would you mind explaining this to me?"

On the coffee table, the express envelope lay conspicuously.