Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 866

This was no minor issue.

James grumbled, "I don't like Mrs. Yang."

Mrs. Yang was his tutor, responsible for helping him with homework, reading picture books, and generally assisting with his after-school learning at home.

"Oh? Why's that?"

Francis raised an eyebrow, surprised by his son's revelation.

"Because she keeps asking about Dad..." James puffed his cheeks out in frustration, "She's so annoying, I don't want to see her!"

This...

Francis fell silent for a moment.

James might not understand, but as an adult, Francis did. Mrs. Yang was clearly overstepping her bounds, which indeed made her unsuitable for her position as a tutor.

But there were things he still needed to say to his son.

Francis looked at his son and shook his head with a smile. "And you thought this was a good reason to run away from home?"

He raised his hand and patted his son’s head.

"Listen, in this house, if you don't like someone, you just let them go. You're the boss here; since when does the boss make room for the help?"

James blinked, not fully understanding.

"Really? I can just... not like her and have her leave?"

"Of course," Francis nodded again. "You're still young, but if something like this happens again, just tell me, and I'll handle it for you."

"Okay!"

James's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously. "Got it, thanks, Dad!"

"Look at you..." Francis's expression turned stern, "Running away over a tutor, worrying your great-grandmother sick, and having Mr. Sawyer search the whole town for you! You're going back and memorizing five poems before bed as punishment."

"..." James's face fell instantly.

He pouted, "Okay, Dad."

...

Jenna's recovery was going well; after spending 14 days in the isolation ward, she was moved back to a regular room.

"That's settled then," Dr. Ning smiled. "The nurse should be bringing Jenna out now, you can go meet her."

Exiting the doctor's office and reaching the doorway.

After about a minute, a nurse came out pushing a bed.

"Jenna!" Sherilyn was the first to rush over.

"Mommy!"

Jenna, so small and lying on the bed with all the wires removed, looked much the same as before the surgery, albeit a bit thinner and her cheeks less chubby.

Reaching out her arms, she said, "Hug!"

"..." Sherilyn hesitated for a moment, then looked at the nurse, "Is it okay?"

"It's fine, no problem."

With the nurse's assurance, Sherilyn didn’t hesitate any longer and bent down to lift Jenna into her arms.

It wasn’t until that moment that her heart finally settled back into place.