Whispers Turn

Sherilyn was practically racing against time to return to Golden Oak Manor. Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. She thought it was perfect seizing the moment to use the restroom. 

However, upon pushing the door open, there stood Gilbert in a state of undress, his torso bare 

“Sherilyn!” Gilbert’s voice was a low growl, his expression stormy as he quickly pulled on his shirt. 

“I’m so sorry” Sherilyn blurted out, hastily shutting the door. How was she supposed to know he was in there? And why on earth was he using the downstairs bathroom? 

Inside, Gilbert’s face was a mask of annoyance, his eyes inadvertently flicking to his back. She couldn’t have seen it, could she? 

Shortly after, Gilbert emerged, fully dressed. He nodded toward a large box on the coffee table, instructing Sherilyn, “Go get changed Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

into this.” 

Sherilyn understood that it must be an evening gown. The Johnson family was throwing a party, and they wouldn’t cut comers even if it were just for her. 

“Okay” Nodding. Sherilyn picked up the box 

Soon, Sherilyn reappeared, transformed. She was in an apricot off-the–shoulder evening gown that trailed to the ground. Given the occasion, she had applied some foundation, lightly done her eyebrows, and added a touch of Epstick. 

Thankfully, despite being short on cash, her job required her to maintain a basic makeup kit. 

Even with minimal makeup, her natural beauty, accentuated by striking features, shone, making her look stunning. 

Gilbert couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the sight of her. Her tall figure, smooth skin, and long hair tied up showing off her graceful neck briefly left him spellbound. 

He had to admit Sherilyn was breathtaking. 

Years ago, she resembled a porcelain doll. Then, in her early twenties, she had shed her youthful awkwardness, blossoming into a beauty reminiscent of a rose at first bloom. 

Caught off–guard, Gilbert asked, “Did you see it just now?” 

“See what?” Sherilyn looked genuinely puzzled, wondering what he meant. 

Judging by her reaction, she seemed unaware of his back. Without another word, Gilbert turned and led the way. “Follow me.” 

The welcome party was at the Southern District Sanatorium, where Sylvia resided. Given Sylvia’s health, it was impractical to have her travel elsewhere. Fortunately, Sylvia’s quarters at the sanatorium included a private courtyard with a lawn, making it an ideal location for an intimate family gathering. 

As they were heading to the Southern District Sanatorium, Sherilyn spent the journey gazing out of the window, silent. 

Sitting beside her, Gilbert couldn’t shake off a feeling of unease. The silence was unsettling 

He remembered a time when Sherilyn would chatter endlessly around him, a constant source of annoyance. At this moment, her silence seemed almost ominous. Had she concocted a new scheme? 

Gilbert shook his head and figured it wasn’t worth fussing over. She had signed the divorce papers. Their separation was all but confirmed. 

Upon arriving. Gilbert escorted Sherilyn to meet Sylvia, only to find Sylvia undergoing her routine physiotherapy session. 

“Sherilyn,” Sylvia took her hand, saying. The session will take about half an hour. Why don’t you mingle and catch up a bit with everyone? It’s been long.” 

“Of course, Sylvia,” Sherilyn replied with a gentle smile. 

However, Sylvia seemed concerned and turned to Gilbert, instructing, “Stay with Sherilyn. Look after her.” 

“Grandma…” Gilbert frowned, reluctant. 

“What now?” Sylvia’s expression darkened. “I’ve listened to you. Can’t you do this for me?” 

She referred to the decision made four years ago to send Sherlyn away and forbid contact between them.. 

Gilbert had no retort. Despite his reluctance, he nodded, “Okay” 

“Good,” Sylvia said, relieved. She patted Sherilyn’s hand. “Off you go. Stick with Gilbert. Anything you’re unsure about, ask him.” 

Sherilyn smiled and nodded. “Yes, Sylvia.” 

Throughout, Sherilyn had no choice but to follow suit Leaving the room, Sherilyn followed closely behind Olibert