Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 772

"What?" Gilbert paused mid-sip of his soup, surprised.

So, the new neighbor is her?

Gilbert frowned, "Why?"

"Why else?" Caroline chuckled, "To keep you company, of course."

"Caroline..."

"Don't try to convince me otherwise."

Shaking her head with a smile, Caroline continued, "You're not Mr. Gilbert of the Johnson family, and I'm not part of the Johnson household either. Francis and I have broken up. It's not right for me to stay at the Johnson's anymore."

Gilbert fell silent, unsure of what to say.

"Come on, eat up."

Caroline smiled as she served him some food. "Is it not to your liking? Has my cooking gotten worse?"

"Not at all," Gilbert shook his head, picking up his fork. "It tastes great."

Caroline beamed, "Then you better eat up."

...

After lunch, Gilbert walked Caroline back to the house next door.

Though she was discharged from the hospital, her leg still needed treatment, with the doctor making daily house calls.

Additionally, Caroline had hired a live-in nurse.

By the time they arrived, the doctor was already waiting.

After seeing her into her therapy session and returning next door, Gilbert received a call from Francis.

"Alright, I understand... Brother, don't worry."

After hanging up, Gilbert headed straight to the garage.

...

Today, Sherilyn visited the Southern District Sanatorium.

She'd been busy with a film shoot recently and hadn't found much time to visit Rebecca White.

Rebecca White was still staying in her usual suite, with a bouquet of flowers on the coffee table. The outer petals were pink, while the inner ones were a soft yellow.

"They're beautiful," Sherilyn couldn't help but admire.

"Are they beautiful?" Rebecca White, who was blind, asked, "They do smell nice, not too overpowering."