Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



He had it all - a family, friends, an education, and responsibilities that tethered him to a world of care and duty...

But now, he found himself kicked out of the Johnson household.

Gilbert's gaze turned icy as he set the whiskey bottle on the table.

With a self-mocking smirk, he mused, "Happiness stolen is, after all, something you have to repay..."

He was never truly a Johnson, Sylvia was right about that; he was nothing but an impostor!

But he had his own family!

Gilbert paused, images of Sherilyn and Jenna flashing before his eyes - Sherilyn's allure, Jenna's cuteness.

...His beloved and their child!

Yet, Gilbert was uncertain. Would Sherilyn accept him?

He wasn't like Francis, a true blue-blooded gentleman. He was merely a stand-in...

A speck of dust!

Even the name 'Gilbert' wasn't truly his...

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn..."

He repeated her name, lifting the whiskey bottle to his lips, drowning himself in its contents.

...

Sherilyn was burdened with worries these past few days.

Whenever she had a moment to herself, Galen's words echoed in her ears.

"Sis, I can save you."

"Sis, let me help you."

At night, after coaxing Jenna to sleep, staring at her daughter's innocent face, Sherilyn finally made up her mind.

She got up and retrieved the business card Galen had given her.

Turning on her phone, she opened WhatsApp and added a new contact.

"Is that you, sis?"

"It's Sherilyn. When can we meet?"

"Anytime for you, sis. You decide."

"Alright, tomorrow at 2 p.m., at the City Hospital."

"Sure, I'll be there on time."

Putting away her phone, Sherilyn's expression remained tense, time stretching unbearably slow until the next afternoon.

Once her day's shoot was over, Sherilyn rushed to the hospital, arriving earlier than planned.

Yet, to her surprise, Galen was already there.

"Sis!" Galen stood at the entrance of the medical building, waving at Sherilyn with a smile. "Over here!"

Sherilyn nodded and quickly walked over.

With a measure of caution, she asked, "Does your family know about this?"

Galen paused, then shook his head. "This is about you, sis. I haven't told anyone."

Sherilyn frowned, "Would they agree if they knew?"

"Sis."

Galen smiled, "I'm an adult. My body, my decision. Even if they object, it's just words; they can't make decisions for me."

But Sherilyn still had concerns, "Why are you helping me? After your accident last time, I didn't..."

That time, his entire family was involved, yet she hadn't softened, refusing to donate her liver to save him.

"Sis."

Hearing her bring this up, Galen's

smile faded to a serious expression. "They were wrong to ask you of that. I don't understand why they even thought it was acceptable.

Despite having parents and a sister, they pressured Sherilyn to make such a sacrifice!

Were they not indebted enough to her?

Galen's face showed a mix of shame and bitterness. "But sis, I don't get to choose my family."

Speaking, Sherilyn watched his face, seeing genuine remorse and pain.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Then, follow me."

Sherilyn cut off her thoughts and moved inside.

Dr. Neil had already arranged for her and the lab doctors; the hospital had Jenna's samples, and all that was needed was a blood draw from Galen.

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