Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The elevator reached the top floor, and the receptionist left Sherilyn at the entrance to the CEO's office before leaving. Sherilyn made her way into Gilbert's office.

As she entered, Gilbert was still engrossed in his work.

"Ah, there you are." Gilbert glanced up. "Give me a moment to wrap this up, and I'll be right with you. Have a seat for now."

"Sure." Sherilyn sat on the sofa, and her gaze fell upon a brown paper package on the coffee table.

It looked familiar. Then it clicked. It was just like the one Caroline was holding earlier. Could it also contain...

"Can you smell it?" Having finished his work, Gilbert approached and gestured toward the brown paper package. "Go on. Open it." This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Sherilyn frowned but remained seated.

Anticipating her reaction, Gilbert teased, "What, scared I'm trying to poison you? Relax. It's something you like."

A sweet and tangy aroma filled the air as the package opened. It was candy apples.

Sherilyn's eyes lit up. Indeed, it was just like the one Caroline had.

"Don't just look," Gilbert lifted the package closer to Sherilyn. "Try some? I remember you used to love these."

Had she eaten candy apples before him before?

"Ah..." Gilbert paused, "Back then, you were crazy about apple pies. It is somewhat similar, so I thought you'd like it. Got it, especially for you."

Especially for her? It must be so. Sherilyn silently thought, but it was likely Gilbert especially got them for Caroline. Had she not run into Caroline holding a similar package earlier, Sherilyn might have believed him. After all, he wasn't into these kinds of sweet treats.

He was considerate toward Caroline, even remembering to pick up these little treats for her.

"Why aren't you eating?" Gilbert held it out for an eternity, but she didn't move.

"Maybe later," Sherilyn took the package, placing it back on the coffee table, her fingertips trembling, "You seemed in a hurry to see me. Is something up?"

"Right." Gilbert tapped his forehead as if remembering something important. "That's the main reason..."

He stood up. "Come with me. There's a place we need to go."

He grabbed his jacket from the closet and took the car keys. "We'll talk in the car. And..."

He nodded toward the brown paper package on the table. "Don't forget to bring that along. You can eat it on the way."

Sherilyn nodded, "Okay."

They took the private elevator to the underground parking and drove toward the hospital.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert glanced at Sherilyn through the rearview mirror, carefully choosing his words. "I'm taking you to the hospital. Francis is awake, and I want you to meet him."

Sherilyn managed a surprised expression. But it wasn't entirely feigned. Even hearing it a second time made her eyes well up with tears. "Fran's awake?"

"Yes." Gilbert gripped the steering wheel tighter. "He's been awake for a few days, but since you weren't in Sunhaven, we didn't immediately inform you."

"That's wonderful." Sherilyn's fingers dug into her palm, genuinely happy.

Francis, who treated her like a younger sister, no longer had to spend his life in that state. Finally, God heard her prayer!

"This is great!" Her hands clenched tightly, trembling with excitement.

Gilbert noticed, speaking softly, "Don't be nervous. Fran doesn't know about the baby yet. We haven't told him."

However, the initial intention was concern that the news might be too much for him just after waking up.