Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"What's up?" Sherilyn looked puzzled. "Something wrong?"

Edgar glanced at her, hesitating before speaking up. "I might be being a bit forward, but why do you seem so afraid of Gilbert?"

His voice sounded all gruff, like it was hard for him to ask, "Aren't you two... getting along now?"

"Getting along?" Sherilyn looked genuinely surprised. "Why would you think that?"

Edgar paused before admitting, "That's what Gilbert told me."

Before Sherilyn could respond, Edgar awkwardly chuckled. "Did you two fight? You know, it’s normal for couples to..."

"It's not that!" Sherilyn interrupted him sharply.

She pressed her lips tightly, her eyes welling up. "It's not a fight. Gilbert and I, there's no making up!"

Edgar was shocked, wondering what was going on. "You haven't made up? But then..."

Why would Gilbert say that? Edgar could see Gilbert's hostility toward him, seeing him as a love rival!

And then, seeing Sherilyn's reaction, Edgar had his suspicions. "Is it that Gilbert is the only one who wants this, and you don’t?"

Sherilyn was stunned, not expecting Edgar to guess so accurately. She didn't speak, but her expression said it all.

"Am I right?" Edgar's expression darkened, and he slammed his hand on the steering wheel, looking outraged. "That's just wrong! Gilbert's taking it too far!"

Matters of the heart should be mutual, not forced!

Edgar asked again, "But why run? Can't you talk to him?"

"Talk to him?" Sherilyn let out a bitter laugh, the painful memories flooding back. "It's not the first time something like this has happened."

"What?" Edgar was shocked. "Do you mean you and Gilbert in the past..."

Exactly. Sherilyn closed her eyes, nodding her head. The Johnson family had manipulated her in her first marriage. At twenty, she was clueless, but could she still be in the dark after four years?

Did Sherilyn hate them? How could she not? For the marriage she got manipulated into, the injustices she endured, etc. Yet, the Johnson family also showed her great kindness!

Sherilyn’s father disowned her. After her grandmother passed away, Sherilyn went to her father, begging him to take her in. She was only fifteen, still a child. She needed someone to take care of her. But her father refused her!

At last, Sylvia took her by the hand into the Johnson family, ensuring she had food and books to read, and continued her dance lessons.

How would a fifteen-year-old orphan girl have survived if it weren't for the Johnson family?

Sherilyn could never forget the immense kindness. Thus, when her benefactors hurt her, she could only swallow her grievances!

Her thoughts snapped back to the present, and Sherilyn laughed coldly, her eyes shimmering. "Fran woke up. I, I..."

She was too agitated to speak coherently.

"I understand." Edgar's heart ached for her, and he said softly, "You don't have to say it. I get it."

What else was there to misunderstand? He had gone to the hospital to visit Francis, who had just recently woken up, only to run into Sherilyn making her escape.

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Even someone as mild-tempered as Edgar couldn't help but curse, "Using kindness as leverage without considering your feelings? Isn't once enough, and now, they want to do it again?"

No wonder Gilbert, adamant about divorcing, suddenly changed his mind.