Whispers Turn

Caroline wheeled the chair forward, saying, “Last night at the hospital, Francis didn’t get much rest. So, here we are, back home first thing in the morning. I’ll get him settled in his room for some rest.” 

“Ah, alright then.” Sylvia nodded repeatedly, stepping aside to make way. “You both go on then, get some rest. 

You too.” 

“Will do, Grandma.” Caroline wheeled Francis upstairs. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Once she had him comfortably settled, she patted his hand gently, “Rest up. I’ll check on you in a bit.” 

As she was about to rise, Francis caught her hand. 

“Francis?” 

He looked at her, his expression complex. Even though he could now put together short sentences, he found himself speechless in front of Caroline. 

Yet, Caroline seemed to understand his hesitation. 

His chances with Sherilyn were gone… 

She clasped his hand in return, softly saying. “Francis, let’s forget the past, shall we? Let’s focus on having a good life from here on out, okay?” 

He stared at her face for a long moment before nodding. Yeah, okay.” 

Caroline was taken aback by his reluctant agreement. Was it so hard for him to let go of Sherilyn? 

Heading back downstairs, she saw Gilbert preparing to head to the garage to drive Sherilyn out. 

“Gilbert.” Caroline called out to him. 

“Caroline.” Gilbert’s face lit up with a smile, seemingly without effort. 

Caroline was surprised. She could tell he was genuinely happy, knowing her as the longest–standing member of the household. 

But she had never seen him this relaxed before. 

Was it because of Sherilyn? Was being with Sherilyn making him this happy? 

Huh! What was so great about Sherilyn that had both brothers head over heels for her! 

Behind her, Sherilyn approached. 

Caroline noticed and pursed her lips towards Gilbert, Thanks, Gilbert.” 

“For what?” Gilbert looked puzzled. 

“That thing I asked you to do…” Caroline’s eyes started to well up. “I never thought you’d actually go through with it, that you and Sherilyn would really…” 

“Caroline!” Realizing what she was about to reveal, Gilbert cut her off in panic, stretching out his hand towards Sherilyn behind him. 

“Sherilyn!” 

Caroline pretended she had just noticed her, forcing a smile. “Sherilyn, leaving now?” 

Sherilyn didn’t even glance at her, nor did she respond, striding straight out. 

“Are you coming or not? If not, I’ll just call an Über.” 

While saying this, she pulled out her phone, ready to use the ride–hailing app. 

Clearly, she was speaking to Gilbert. 

“Coming!” 

Gilbert hurried after her, grabbing Sherilyn’s arm. “No need for an Uber, I’ll drive you.” 

He guessed that Sherilyn must have overheard Caroline again. 

“That…” 

Gilbert rubbed his brow, frustrated. “I really don’t know why she said that…” 

“Who?” Sherilyn frowned, clearly impatient. 

“You’re talking about your sister–in–law? Then never mind, you don’t have to drive me. Just hearing her name gives me a headache.” 

With that, she pulled away to leave. 

“Wait!” Gilbert quickly held onto her. “I won’t mention it again!” 

He was aware of the strained relationship between the two women but hadn’t realized Sherilyn was this irritated by Caroline. 

Fearing she would leave, he insisted, “Just come with me to the garage, we’ll go straight from there.” Sherilyn, without a word, let him lead her to the garage and into the car. 

They left the Johnson Mansion in silence, Sherilyn’s face stern and unyielding throughout.