Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 715

"Sure."

Sherilyn agreed, "I've got some time this afternoon..."

After hanging up, she heard Jenna huffing in protest. "Mr. Gilbert, that's not right!"

"What's wrong?" Gilbert looked his daughter up and down, seeing nothing amiss.

"My pants!" Jenna glared, pointing at herself, "They're backwards! The butterfly is supposed to be in the front."

"Oh." Gilbert looked and, indeed, they were on the wrong way, though it hardly made a difference.

Laughing, he admitted his mistake, "You're right, my bad. Let's fix that, shall we? Can you forgive me? I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Hmph." Jenna pouted, still upset.

Sherilyn walked over, urging, "Once you're dressed, go brush your teeth and wash up, breakfast is getting cold."

"Mom's mad."

Gilbert winked at Jenna, "Hurry!"

"Oh..." Jenna rushed into Gilbert's arms, "Don't mess up next time, Sir! Hug!"

"Of course!"

Father and daughter made peace and dashed into the bathroom.

...

Sherilyn had only a morning shoot today, so by afternoon, she was off to the Southern District Sanatorium.

"Sherilyn." Rebecca White pulled her to sit on the couch, her cheeks reddening even before she spoke.

"What's up?" Sherilyn was curious, guessing it had something to do with Francis.

"It's just..."

Rebecca White whispered, "I was wondering if you could talk to Mr. Francis for me, see if I could get a different room?"

"Why?" Sherilyn was surprised, "What's wrong with this one? Isn't it comfortable?"

"It's not that." Rebecca White struggled internally, hesitantly adding, "It's my neighbor... Henson."

It was about Francis after all.