Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Please, you're a good person..."

The woman clung to Sherilyn's hand as if she had found a guardian angel. "You're a good soul, like the ones we've met before..."

Sherilyn was taken aback, unsure why the woman felt this way, but it was clear her mental state was frazzled.

Nodding, Sherilyn held her hand firmly, "Yes, we've met again. Tell me, what's wrong?"

Glancing nervously around, the woman whispered, "I don't know these people! They're after me, and I'm scared..."

"So..."

Sherilyn looked towards Gilbert and then patted the woman's hand, "I'll stay with you, okay?"

"Yes, yes!" The woman didn't hesitate, nodding eagerly and snuggling closer to Sherilyn.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Let's go." Leading her gently upstairs, a maid guided them to a bedroom.

Sherilyn helped the woman sit on a couch, fetched a brush, and started tidying her tangled hair into a neat fishtail braid.

Noticing the woman's face was grimy, as if she'd brushed against something dirty, a maid promptly offered a wet towel. Sherilyn cleaned the woman's face, revealing her true beauty underneath the grime.

Sherilyn couldn't help but gasp; the woman was stunning... and bore a striking resemblance to Gilbert.

More accurately, Gilbert resembled her. Gilbert had a somewhat androgynous beauty which, it seemed, he inherited from his mother.

Considering Gilbert's age, his mother should be in her fifties, yet she looked a decade younger.

But what had happened?

Gilbert hadn't grown up with his parents, seemingly held a grudge against his father, and his mother... her mind was troubled. "Umm..."

Sherilyn was puzzled until she saw the woman clutching her stomach, a clear sign of hunger.

Embarrassed, the woman chuckled, "I'm hungry."

"Understood." Sherilyn smiled and looked at the maid, "Could you prepare something to eat, please?"

"Right away," the maid hurried off.

Soon, she returned with a tray of food.

"I've got it." Sherilyn took the tray, asking the woman, "Can you eat by yourself?"

"Yes, I can." The woman nodded, taking the utensils.

"Good."

Sherilyn watched her eat. Despite her mental state, the woman's manners were calm and refined.

The meal included some medicated food prepared by the doctor. After eating, the woman grew tired.

Sherilyn helped her to bed, and soon, she was asleep.

After making sure she was comfortable, Sherilyn closed the curtains and left the room.

Downstairs.

"I'm taking her with me!"

"That's not happening." Naylor's laugh was soft and mocking. "She's my wife."

"Your wife?"

Gilbert's anger simmered beneath

the

his laugh cold and

scornful. "Have you forgotten

treated her?"

How had his mother gone mad?

He hadn't witnessed it firsthand.

But the harrowing screams that echoed from the old house since he was young were etched into his memory. "Naylor."

Gilbert took a deep breath, his lips tight. "She wronged you..."

"...But what happened between you two, it was exploitation! She was only eighteen when she had me! She was still a child when she followed you! Not even fully matured! Can you honestly say there was no coercion?"

Gilbert's heart clenched, "Murder beyond a death, and it's

thirty years...

Bsc rly thirty years... Enquet

Let her go!"