Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 212

"Not a bit." Edgar blushed slightly. "Sherilyn's happy to go, which makes me happy, too."

"Oh, I love hearing that!" Sylvia ordered the driver, "Quick, open the car door for Sherilyn."

"Sylvia, I've got it." Without needing the driver, Edgar came around, opened the car door, and helped Sherilyn by holding the car roof. "Take it easy, Sherilyn."

"Okay." Sherilyn gave him a small smile and ducked into the car.

Then, Edgar said, "Sylvia, I drove here myself. You guys go ahead. I'll follow behind."

"What?" Sylvia felt embarrassed, "Am I separating you two then?"

"Not at all," Edgar waved his hand at Sherilyn, "See you in a bit."

"Yeah, see you soon." The exchange between the two didn't escape Sylvia's observant eyes. She secretly sighed, feeling Sherilyn had finally found someone who truly cared for her.

Over at the Johnson Mansion, Sherilyn and Edgar joined Sylvia for dinner, keeping her from eating alone.

Due to work, Gilbert rarely came home for dinner, and Caroline was at the hospital, keeping vigil over Francis.

Later, the trio sat in the living room, sipping coffee and munching on fruits.

Sylvia sipped her coffee. "Edgar."

"Yes, Sylvia." Edgar sat up straight, guessing Sylvia hadn't invited him over just for a meal.

"Don't be so tense." Sylvia chuckled at his nervousness. "We're just talking."

Edgar smiled with respect. "Yes, Sylvia. I'm all ears."

Seeing him not relaxing, Sylvia also turned serious. "Since you and Sherilyn are together now, I should be clear with you on some things."

She took Sherilyn's hand. "I've raised Sherilyn as my granddaughter, but I must admit she has faced many hardships..."

Sylvia didn't need to spell out her awareness of those hardships. She truly cared for Sherilyn, but human nature leaned toward selfishness, and she inevitably favored her children more. "Sylvia." Sherilyn was shocked.

"Sherilyn, I owe you an apology," Sylvia murmured, her eyes moist, "But now, you have Edgar..."

She then continued to instruct Edgar. "You must treat Sherilyn well and never let her down."

"I will," Edgar promised, his posture rigid. "You can count on me, Sylvia!"

"Oh..." Sylvia couldn't help but sigh, "Your relationship might face some challenges."

She was hinting at Edgar's family. He might not mind Sherilyn's past, but his family could.

"However, don't worry." Sylvia encouraged them, "You have me. I will always be your solid support. Edgar, if you need anything, just let me know. I'll be there to help." "Sylvia..." Edgar was at a loss for words.

Their relationship was a facade. But he believed he could handle his family's objections, even if their love were real.

Yet, he still accepted Sylvia's kind offer. "Thank you, Sylvia."

"Thank me? There's no need for that. It's what I should do..."

As they continued their conversation, footsteps approached from the entrance.

Sylvia wondered, "Who could that be at this hour?"

"Grandma." Before the person appeared, his voice announced his arrival.

Soon, Gilbert strode in, slightly drunk, his features softened by the alcohol. Seeing Sherilyn and Edgar, his lips curled into a smile. "Do we have guests?"

His tone was as if he didn't recognize them.

"Gilbert." Noting Gilbert's unusual behavior, Sylvia quickly stood up.