Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1150

Francis Johnson stepped out, and called Gilbert Johnson in.

"Grandma," Gilbert said as he entered.

Sherilyn Gomez was sitting close to Sylvia Johnson. Her head was down, but it was obvious she'd been crying—her eyes were red and puffy.

What did Grandma say to her? Did Sherilyn get hurt or something? Gilbert felt a wave of worry wash over him. He couldn’t help but fret.

Sylvia noticed Gilbert’s anxious expression and thought to herself, Things really have changed.

Back when she arranged their marriage, her youngest grandson barely even noticed Sherilyn.

"Sit down," Sylvia said, her tone calm as she gave Gilbert a little nod.

"Yes, Grandma." Gilbert sat up straight, facing Sylvia, though his eyes kept drifting toward Sherilyn.

Sylvia gave a small cough to draw his attention. "About the proposal," she began, "how does your Harrison family usually handle it?"

Proposal? Gilbert and Sherilyn glanced at each other. Just a couple days ago, this very topic had led to an argument with Naylor Harrison.

"Well..." Gilbert hesitated, furrowing his brows. "Sherilyn doesn’t really have a family to represent her, so we—"

"What do you mean, she doesn’t have a family?" Sylvia pushed her glasses up her nose, her voice sharp. "Are you saying I’m dead? Or that your brother doesn't count?"

"Grandma!" Gilbert was taken aback. "I didn’t mean that at all..."

Suddenly, everything clicked. He realized exactly why his grandmother had called him here today.

"Grandma, you mean...?"

She smiled and nodded. He wasn't her biological grandson, but after raising him all these years, she knew he was sharp.

He smiled gently and nodded.

A warm wave of emotion swept over her. She remembered her brother once promised her a generous dowry, but she never expected anything like this: credit cards with sky-high limits, deeds to properties, sparkling jewelry, and, most precious of all, a share certificate.

The Johnsons hadn’t just called her family—they’d proved it.

"Thank you, Francis," Sherilyn choked out, and then, unable to hold back, she flung herself into Sylvia’s arms. "Thank you, Grandma!"

"There, there, sweetheart," Sylvia whispered, hugging her tightly.

The two of them wept together, just as they had the day Sherilyn first arrived at the Johnsons’—a lonely girl with nowhere to go.

Eyes red, Sylvia turned to Gilbert. "Gilbert, this is the second time I’m entrusting Sherilyn to you. Take good care of her this time."

Gilbert stood, solemn and sincere. "I will, Grandma. I promise."