Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 775

"Please, you're a good person..."

The woman clung to Sherilyn's hand as if she had found a guardian angel. "You're a good soul, like the ones we've met before..."

Sherilyn was taken aback, unsure why the woman felt this way, but it was clear her mental state was frazzled.

Nodding, Sherilyn held her hand firmly, "Yes, we've met again. Tell me, what's wrong?"

Glancing nervously around, the woman whispered, "I don't know these people! They're after me, and I'm scared..."

"So..."

Sherilyn looked towards Gilbert and then patted the woman's hand, "I'll stay with you, okay?"

"Yes, yes!" The woman didn't hesitate, nodding eagerly and snuggling closer to Sherilyn.

"Let's go." Leading her gently upstairs, a maid guided them to a bedroom.

Sherilyn helped the woman sit on a couch, fetched a brush, and started tidying her tangled hair into a neat fishtail braid.

Noticing the woman's face was grimy, as if she'd brushed against something dirty, a maid promptly offered a wet towel. Sherilyn cleaned the woman's face, revealing her true beauty underneath the grime.

Sherilyn couldn't help but gasp; the woman was stunning... and bore a striking resemblance to Gilbert.

More accurately, Gilbert resembled her. Gilbert had a somewhat androgynous beauty which, it seemed, he inherited from his mother.

Considering Gilbert's age, his mother should be in her fifties, yet she looked a decade younger.

But what had happened?

Gilbert hadn't grown up with his parents, seemingly held a grudge against his father, and his mother... her mind was troubled.

"Umm..."

Sherilyn was puzzled until she saw the woman clutching her stomach, a clear sign of hunger.

Embarrassed, the woman chuckled, "I'm hungry."

"Understood." Sherilyn smiled and looked at the maid, "Could you prepare something to eat, please?"

"That's not happening." Naylor's laugh was soft and mocking. "She's my wife."

"Your wife?"

Gilbert's anger simmered beneath the surface, his laugh cold and scornful. "Have you forgotten how you treated her?"

How had his mother gone mad?

He hadn't witnessed it firsthand.

But the harrowing screams that echoed from the old house since he was young were etched into his memory.

"Naylor."

Gilbert took a deep breath, his lips tight. "She wronged you..."

"...But what happened between you two, it was exploitation! She was only eighteen when she had me! She was still a child when she followed you! Not even fully matured! Can you honestly say there was no coercion?"

Gilbert's heart clenched, "Murder doesn't go beyond a death, and it's been nearly thirty years... Enough! Let her go!"