Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Gilbert."

Francis met his gaze directly. "Big brother's got a lot on his plate. He needs your help."

Gilbert's lips parted slightly, his heart racing with tumultuous emotions. "But..."

Francis understood his hesitation and sighed, "Grandma is set in her ways, and it'll take her some time to come around. But here, we're family, and that never changes."

This...

Gilbert furrowed his brows, swallowing hard. "Bro, let's talk later."

He truly was torn.

After being kicked out by Sylvia from the Johnson family, could he really have the gall to show his face at Johnson Enterprises again? "Alright."

Francis didn't push further, lowering his gaze to the apple he had just finished peeling.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Thanks..." Gilbert murmured his gratitude, reaching out.

But Francis just rolled his eyes at him, cutting a piece of the apple and popping it into his own mouth.

"You haven't agreed yet, so you don't get any. We'll talk later."

Gilbert was left speechless.

The clock on the wall struck nine. Gilbert figured Sherilyn wouldn't be coming tonight.

He couldn't help but send her a message.

"Still on set?"

No reply came for a moment.

The knock on the hospital room door announced the arrival of the nurse for his evening treatment, with Charles accompanying her. "Mr. Gilbert."

Charles held a laptop and a stack of documents. He was there for business.

Gilbert nodded, understanding that during his absence, things must have piled up. He gestured towards a chair. "Sit, let's talk."

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"Here's the market trend for the past few days."

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"Hmm." Gilbert nodded, taking the documents and laptop to review, then gave Charles his instructions.

After hearing Gilbert out, Charles was a bit surprised but didn't question him. "Alright, got it."

"Good, you can go now."

"Okay."

Leaving the hospital room, Charles couldn't help but sigh to himself, thinking, Gilbert's gunning for Naylor Harrison.

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Charles had witnessed Gilbert's abilities and brilliance firsthand and was thoroughly impressed.

It was only recently that Charles discovered Gilbert wasn't truly a Johnson, but a Harrison - Mr. Nine!

Gilbert's talent must have been inherited from his biological father... Sunhaven's financial tycoon, Naylor.

It was a cruel twist of fate that now, Gilbert was using this inherited talent to go against his own biological father!

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His phone buzzed with a message from Sherilyn.

"Shooting's not done, it'll be late. I'll come to the hospital early tomorrow. Get some rest."

Gilbert breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she couldn't come, her message soothed his restless mind.

Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

He'd see Sherilyn when he woke up.

...

Sometime later, Gilbert groggily awoke, thinking he heard Sherilyn's voice.

She was speaking with the nurse, inquiring about his condition from the day before.

"He was pretty stable, slight fluctuation in temperature but it didn't exceed 100.4°F."

That was indeed pretty stable.

Sherilyn nodded, grateful for his strong constitution and quick recovery.

Turning around, she saw Gilbert awake, eyes open, smiling at her. "You're here? So early."