Whispers Turn

“Grandma?” On the other end, Gilbert was swamped, “What’s up?” 

“How dare you! The mess you’ve made!” Sylvia couldn’t suppress her fury and scolded, “You get yourself over here right now!” 

Then she hung up. 

Sherilyn had just dropped off some laundry and noticed something was off with Sylvia, “Sylvia, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Oh, Sherilyn.” Sylvia grabbed her hand, tears streaming down her face. “How could you go through such a thing and not tell me?” She held Sherilyn’s phone. “Edwin is pushing you to start the divorce and property transfer procedures!” 

After hearing that, Sherilyn’s heart sank. Shit, she got busted! 

“Grandma, what’s so urgent?” Gilbert hurried over, clueless about what had happened. 

But Sylvia seemed fine. Seeing Sherilyn by Sylvia’s side, he suddenly felt anxious. 

“Come here,” Sylvia commanded Gilbert, trying to keep her composure. “Come to me.” 

“Oh, okay.” Gilbert didn’t get it, but when Grandma called, he listened, or else he wouldn’t have dropped everything to come. “Grandma…” 

Whack! 

When Gilbert got close and barely started to speak, he was totally blindsided by a slap 

across the face. Naturally, Sylvia had slapped him. 

“Grandma?” Gilbert was stunned, looking bewildered at Sylvia. “Why’d you hit me?” 

“Why? Hmph!” Sylvia scoffed. It had been many years since she had been so stern. Gilbert had a bad feeling. 

Sylvia snapped, “Gilbert! Mr. Gilbert, you think you’re so big now that you don’t need to run things by me?” 

“What’s the matter? Gilbert was confused. About the Johnson Group’s issues, Sylvia hadn’t inquired about them for ages, and as for household matters, those had been 

Caroline’s domain for years. 

“Grandma, can you be more specific… Suddenly, it clicked. Gilbert glanced over at Sherilyn, who had been silent. Could it be… 

Sherilyn guiltily looked away, avoiding his gaze. 

Gilbert felt a chill and blurted out, “Sherilyn, you…” 

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“Shut up!” But Sylvia immediately cut him off. “You dare yell at Sherilyn? What, you want to leave her, and it’s her fault?” 

Bingo! 

Gilbert’s brows furrowed instantly, his irritation evident as he glared at Sherilyn, “What did we agree on? You promised me, and now, you go back on your word, huh? Complaining to Grandma?” 

There was no point in hiding it now that Sylvia was in the know. 

Sherilyn opened her mouth but couldn’t explain a thing. It wasn’t that she had intentionally complained, but it was indeed because of her. She should have kept her phone secure. 

She lowered her head, murmuring, “I’m sorry.” 

“You’re sorry?” Gilbert was livid, scoffing coldly, “Grandma is upset, risking her health, and you think you can bear that responsibility?” 

“Enough!” Sylvia couldn’t stand it anymore, “Gilbert, even if I were to get sick, the blame would be on you, not Sherilyn!” 

“Grandma…” Gilbert was at a loss, wondering who the real family was. 

“Divorce?” Sylvia’s eyes reddened, moist with emotion, “What did you promise me? Yes, Sherilyn made a mistake, but haven’t we sent her abroad for four years? Isn’t that enough?” 

“Grandma.” Gilbert massaged his forehead, arguing, “You’re always on her side. What about me? Ever thought I might not like her?” 

“Who do you like?” Sylvia shot back, and her sharp gaze fixed on him. 

“…” Suddenly, Gilbert was at a loss for words. 

“Hmph.” Sylvia let out a faint scoff, sparing Gilbert some dignity. “Tell me, did I force you to marry Sherilyn? Tell me, wasn’t it you who agreed? You said ‘yes‘ yourself, didn’t you?” 

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