Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 681

It wasn't long before Gilbert, flanked by his crew, arrived at the designated spot.

As they approached the entrance, someone was already there waiting for them, greeting Gilbert with a respect that could be considered decent.

“Mr. Nine, please, this way.”

Mr. Nine?

Hearing that nickname, Gilbert paused, giving the man a sharp look, a disdainful scoff curling at the edge of his lips.

Striding forward, he made his way inside.

In the spacious living room, Naylor was lounging on a couch, a coffee table in front of him and a kettle on the stove that hadn’t yet boiled.

Hearing footsteps, Naylor looked up to see Gilbert approaching.

Gilbert walked over quickly, stopping to tower over him, visibly impatient, “I’m here! Where’s my man?”

Naylor lifted his gaze, seemingly ignoring Gilbert's question, just staring at him intently.

Studying his features meticulously, he murmured, “The resemblance is uncanny.”

Resemblance to what? Gilbert couldn’t grasp what he was hinting at.

“I mean...”

Naylor stood up, his eyes still fixed on Gilbert, “You and Francis, you do look very much alike.”

“Cut the crap!” Gilbert shot him a blank look, unamused.

“But,”

Despite Gilbert’s harsh tone, Naylor wasn’t irritated, maintaining a smile as he continued.

“You look more like your mom, spitting image.”

His voice was calm, but it dropped like a bomb in Gilbert’s heart, igniting a storm!

Gilbert stared him down, every cell in his body seething with rage. How dare Naylor mention his mother?

A panic that rooted in his childhood, despite growing up strong enough to confront it. That fear morphed into a shadow, seeping into his very bones.

Biting his back teeth, Gilbert’s eyes brimmed with a hint of fury, “Shut your mouth about my mom! What right do you have?”

With the truth out, there was no need for pretenses.

“Mr. Nine!”

One of Naylor’s men couldn’t stand it anymore, “Watch your tone! Is that how you speak to your own father?”

“Father?”

Gilbert laughed as if he’d heard the world’s biggest joke, his laughter tinged with scorn.

His eyes and brows dripped with mockery as he glared at Naylor, “Ask him, dare he respond if I call him father? Huh?”

“Mr. Nine…”

Naylor raised his hand, gesturing to his man, “Nolan, let it be. Why bother arguing with a child?”