Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Humph."

Gilbert let out a derisive snort, his eyes brimming with disdain. "Do you think I care?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Naylor was puzzled. "Isn't your goal to leave me with nothing? To take away everything that's mine?"

He spread his arms wide, his voice filled with frustration. "You could take it all effortlessly!"

Gilbert frowned, warning him, "When that happens, you'll be left with nothing, out on the street!"

"I don't care!" Naylor's eyes sparkled with determination. "As long as the Harrison legacy continues, I don't care!"

"You're crazy!" Gilbert clenched his jaw, questioning Naylor's sanity.

"Damn it!"

Naylor was getting desperate. "I know that with your abilities, you'll never have to worry about making a living. You're still young. In time, you could build your own business empire..."

"But why waste your time? With such strong financial backing, you could skip years of struggle and achieve even greater ambitions, right?"

"Enough!" Gilbert interrupted, his brow furrowed.

"...?" Naylor was taken aback. "Am I wrong?"

Gilbert acknowledged that Naylor was right, but responded, "Forget it! The day I left the Harrison family, I never intended to go back!"

He couldn't forgive a father who treated him worse than a dog! Back then, in Naylor's eyes, he was less important than a stray! "Damn it!"

This time, Naylor couldn't stop Gilbert.

With swift steps, Gilbert rounded the partition and stormed out of the booth.

Charles, who had been silently following, heard the exchange through the partition.

Whatever decision Mr. Gilbert made, he would naturally support, but it was clear Mr. Gilbert was not in a good state.

"Go get the car," Gilbert waved Charles off. "I'll head to the restroom."

"Right away, Mr. Gilbert." Charles left as instructed.

Turning a corner, Gilbert entered the restroom.

At the sink, he turned on the tap, scooped up some cold water, and splashed it on his face.

Naylor, the madman, had him fuming!

Leaning against the sink, Gilbert closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm his nerves.

Gradually, he composed himself.

Opening his eyes, he turned to leave, only to see Sherilyn emerging from the opposite restroom.

Their eyes met, and Sherilyn paused.

Encountering him twice in half an hour.

Under his gaze, Sherilyn nonchalantly washed her hands, dried them with a paper towel, and tossed it in the bin.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed he hadn't moved, his gaze fixed on her.

Sherilyn pretended not to notice.

"Sherilyn."

Predictably, he blocked her path.

Sherilyn looked up sharply, and he

was already gazing down at her, a bitter smile on his face as he

accused, "So eager to move on? We've just broken up, and you've already found someone else?"

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Sherilyn paused, then realized. He always did this. Any man by her side, he assumed was romantically involved with her.

Sherilyn scoffed, "You said it, we've

broken

Op. Even if I did find

the very next day,

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She walked past him, heading for the exit.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn..."

He followed her, his gaze locked on her retreating figure.

His voice was low and husky, "I'm in pain, such pain..."

Sherilyn stopped in her tracks, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her lips pressed tightly together. "Initially it's painful, but with time, it gets better... I know that better than

anyone."

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