Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 313

Sherilyn arrived, causing a stir just by her presence.

"What are you doing here?" Adela's voice exploded, sharp as shattered glass. "Haven't you done enough damage? If it weren't for you, Edgar would be comfortably sitting in his family estate in Sunhaven, living the life of a true Ferguson heir!"

Sherilyn stood motionless, like a statue amidst the chaos.

"Leave!" Adela was inches from lunging at her, held back only by Gilbert's calming hand.

"Mrs. Ferguson!" Gilbert glanced at Sherilyn, then back at Adela. "What if Edgar wants to see her? We don't know his condition. If...I mean, if he does ask for her?" Adela fell silent, her anger subsiding into a sea of what-ifs. Yeah, what if her son really had a last wish? Could she deny him that, in his potentially final moments? Adela covered her face, a gesture of pure anguish.

Gilbert added, with a hint of bitterness. "And remember, you know better than anyone that if Edgar's in this mess, it's your fault!"

Adela turned pale, her voice lost in the storm of her emotions, only managing a nod. "Fine, she can stay."

Gilbert sighed in relief and turned to Sherilyn.

"Are you alright? She didn't hurt you, did she?" But Sherilyn dodged his outstretched hand, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.

"I lost my mom shortly after I was born...my grandma passed away when I was fifteen, and now, Edgar..."

"Sherilyn," Gilbert stopped her. His voice was stern, his brows knitted in concern. "Don't talk like that!"

But it was as if she heard nothing. "Everyone who has ever loved me... ends up hurt. Every single one..."

"Sherilyn..."

She closed her eyes, shutting the world out.

And Jenna... she was another soul who loved her.

Was she so undeserving of love? And if she had indeed committed such grave sins, why not punish her directly? Why those who showed her love?

As time ticked by, the night grew colder. Gilbert, without waiting for a refusal, draped his jacket over Sherilyn's shoulders.

Finally, the surgery was over.

"How is he?" Adela rushed forward, desperate for good news.

"He's going to be fine. We'll be moving him to a room soon."

"Thank you, thank you!" Adela's tears were a mix of relief and joy. "Bless the heavens!"

Once Edgar was settled in his room, it was Gilbert who took care of everything. He then glanced at Sherilyn, "Do you... want to see him?"

"Yes." She nodded, her resolve clear. She had waited this long, a meeting was inevitable.

"No way!" Adela was firm, fearing a relapse for her son after all they had been through. Her gaze darted between Gilbert and Sherilyn, her disapproval of their ambiguous relationship only adding to her resolve. "Mrs. Ferguson."

Sherilyn's voice was calm, her cold demeanor hiding a firm resolve. "Don't worry, I won't tell Edgar what you've done to me. I'm here to say goodbye. I assume you wouldn't want anything more to happen to him."

Adela tensed up, her face tight with stress. Even Gilbert turned to Sherilyn, incredulous. "Are you serious? You're saying goodbye?"

"Yes." Sherilyn nodded again. "If you're worried, feel free to accompany me."

With that, she pushed the door open, stepping into the unknown future, with Adela and Gilbert trailing behind.