Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1267

"Brother Francis?" Sherilyn stared at Gilbert for a second before turning to Francis with a questioning look.

"I invited him," Francis explained quickly. "I was thinking, even though you're divorced, you still call him brother Gilbert… We're still family, right?" He continued, "Grandma isn't well enough to come, but she insisted that we handle the reburial with dignity. You call her Grandma, so we consider her mother our own as well. That's why I brought Gilbert along."

Sherilyn frowned but said nothing.

"If you're not comfortable with it…" Francis watched her expression carefully. "I can tell him to go home right now." He tilted his chin toward Gilbert. "You should head back…"

"Brother Francis!" Sherilyn quickly grabbed his arm and shook her head. "Since brother Gilbert is already here, let's all go together. I appreciate the kindness from both of my brothers. Thank you, brother Francis…" Then she turned to Gilbert. "And thank you, brother Gilbert."

"Of course," Gilbert said, his spirits lifting as he straightened his posture.

Francis watched his brother and silently shook his head. Pathetic. He had to invent an excuse just to tag along, and he'd almost been sent away.

"Everyone, let's get in the cars."

"Okay."

As they all moved toward their vehicles, Gilbert suddenly turned, his sharp gaze locking onto Nanson.

Nanson felt a jolt. They say women have a sixth sense, but men have one too—a keen instinct for rivalry. And at that moment, Mr. Harrison was radiating intense hostility toward him.

Beside him, Joyce glanced at Nanson and whispered, "Brother, are you getting in?"

"Yes, let's go," Nanson said, breaking eye contact. "Time to get this done."

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