Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1186

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Sherilyn shook her arm, trying to break free from the man’s grip.

But there was no way Gilbert was letting go now.

He tightened his hold on her wrist, keeping her close as he tried to explain.

“Yesterday, she fell down the stairs at Golden Oak Manor… and ever since she woke up, she’s been like this. She’s all confused—only recognizes my brother and me.”

He continued, “My brother stayed here all night with her. He only called me this morning, and I came as soon as I could. Sherilyn…”

He sighed, knowing he was in a tough spot. “Look, I know I promised before—I said I’d let my brother handle everything with her from now on. But right now… he just can’t do it alone. I can’t leave him to deal with this by himself. Can you understand that?”

Sherilyn was silent, staring straight into the room.

“Sherilyn?” Gilbert’s voice shook a little, his nerves showing.

“Yeah.” After a long pause, Sherilyn pressed her lips together and nodded. “You’re right. I get it.”

“Sherilyn…”

She really understood?

Gilbert’s tense features relaxed a bit, and he squeezed her hand.

“This came out of nowhere—it’s just temporary, the doctors said. She won’t be like this forever. They think she’s just in shock. She’ll come around…”

“In shock?” Sherilyn frowned, confused. “What kind of shock?”

Gilbert hesitated, then said, “It’s… about my brother.”

Sherilyn raised an eyebrow. “Does it have to do with Rebecca White?”

He nodded, clearly uncomfortable, but didn’t say more.

“So you’re not going to tell me?” Sherilyn’s eyebrow arched higher, waiting for him to continue.

Gilbert looked caught. “It’s… it’s my brother’s business. I shouldn’t say more.”