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Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 997

Summary for Chapter 997: Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Summary of Chapter 997 from Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 997 marks a crucial moment in Charlotte Wainwright’s Romance novel, Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Gilbert stood at the doorway, pulling out his phone and swiping to dial.

"Hey, bro, it's me... I'm at Grandma's..."

"Alright, I'm waiting for you."

After hanging up and pocketing his phone, he turned to see the patio door open, and Caroline wheeled herself in.

Heading straight towards Gilbert, she glanced into the bedroom, "How's Grandma doing?"

Gilbert's expression was somber, and after a brief silence, he replied, "She took her meds, feeling a bit better."

"That's good to hear."

Caroline nodded, preparing to wheel herself further in, "I'll go in and see her..."

"No need."

Gilbert timely grabbed the wheelchair's handles, his frown light but his eyes clearly resistant.

"Grandma needs her rest, and I think it’s not the right time for you to go in."

"Not the right time?"

Caroline paused, raising her eyes in a mocking glance at him, "You think I would harm Grandma?"

Her tone suddenly darkened, the smile fading.

"Really, because I held back on Sherilyn's allowance, you've written me off completely? Am I some kind of monster? Would I harm the woman who raised me?"

Gilbert shook his head, "I never said that."

"Ha!"

Caroline scoffed, fixing her gaze on his troubled face, "But that's what you're implying! Gilbert, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Are you not?" Gilbert, baffled, countered.

"Then tell me, which part of what I said was wrong?"

Her lips quivered with indignation, "Gilbert! Get it straight! If it wasn’t for me, you’d have died out there in the wilderness! It was me, who carried you on my back, barely breathing!"

Her eyes reddened with emotion, but she wasn’t done.

Caroline banged on her legs, over and over.

Furious, she demanded, "And for whom, am I now confined to this wheelchair? You forget your friends for a woman? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs? Huh?"

"Enough!"

Gilbert, his brows furrowed and voice growing colder, cut her off, his gaze turning colder.

"I haven’t forgotten!"

He murmured, "I remember it all too well…"

His voice suddenly rose, clear and strong.

"All those years, I took care of you, your wellbeing, and your mood... hoping you'd have a good life! But how did you end up like this?"

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