Whispers Turn

Caroline thought, 1 don’t know Sherilyn well, but do you? Do you know her well enough to skip meals just to look for her? 

However, when Gilbert stepped out, he couldn’t find Sherilyn. He thought, “Where did she go? Grandma’s surgery is still on. There is no way she would have left 

Gilbert picked up his phone and dialed Sherilyn’s number. The ringtone sounded, and she hadn’t picked up. But Gilbert had already heard it nearby 

Following the sound, Gilbert moved toward the fire escape and found her there. 

“Hello?” Sherilyn just answered, and then the call ended. “Huh? What happened?” 

“What do you mean, what happened? Behind her, Gilbert’s voice sounded 

Stunned, Sherilyn spun around, her eyes wide in surprise. “How did you get here?” 

“That’s my 

line. What are you hiding out here for?” Gilbert’s face, clouded with a frown, darkened “Come on, let’s grab some food! Do! need to drag you out for a meal? What are you, a child?” 

Sherilyn turned him down. “No thanks.” 

“No, thanks, no, thanks, no, thanks!” Gilbert had had enough of those words, “is that all you can say to me? We don’t even know when Grandma will be out of surgery. What if you pass out from hunger? That’s just going to be another headache for me.” 

Sherilyn tried to explain, “I don’t need to…” 

“Be honest with me.” Gilbert squinted, his sharp eyes locked on her pretty face, “You’re avoiding Caroline, aren’t you?” 

What? Sherilyn was shocked. Was that what he thought? 

Seeing her silence, Gilbert took it as confirmation. 

Gilbert’s voice was low tinged with amusement, “You should have thought about the consequences before, huh? You reap what you 

Sherilyn stared at him, suddenly asking, “Did Caroline tell you that I’m avoiding her? 

“What?” Gilbert was momentarily confused about what she was referring to 

“Never mind…” Sherilyn didn’t want to ask anymore. Why bother? 

Four years ago, Gilbert chose to believe Caroline without questioning. And by no means would he seek justice for her after four years. Besides, Sherilyn no longer cared about getting wronged. 

Sherilyn shook her head. “Forget it.” 

She stubbornly persisted, “I don’t need it. You guys go ahead. I have something to eat.” 

“What could you possibly have to eat… Before he could finish, Gilbert’s gaze paused, landing on the steps. He saw it. Next to where she had been sitting, there was her black backpack. And on top of it, there was a lunch box. The lunch box was open, revealing its contents. It was a dried, stale homemade sandwich and some ketchup. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

He tried to look for something else, but that was it. Gilbert’s brow furrowed, incredulous, “This is what you’re eating?” 

“Yeah.” Sherilyn nodded, her gaze straightforward, her demeanor calm, 

Gilbert couldn’t understand why Sherilyn ate something like that. Even calling it meager seemed an understatement. Why would she eat such things? Wouldn’t that ruin her health? 

ore than enough for her to live worry–free, not lacking 

After all, the Johnson family gave her a monthly allowance. That money was far more anything compared to any socialite in Sunhaven 

So, her eating habits weren’t about money. That left only one explanation. Just like Caroline mentioned, it was all about dieting “Dieting to keep in shape, right?” Gilbert gritted his teeth, eyeing Sherilyn. “Look at yourself. You’re so skinny. You’re practically a stick figure. Even a breeze could knock you over 

Sherilyn listened quietly, without any reaction 

“Fine” Gilbert couldn’t care less, “Go ahead and diet if you want it’s your health that’s collapsing, not mine!” 

With that, he turned and stormed off. Finally, he was gone. 

Sherilyn took a deep breath, managed a weak smile, sat back down, and hugged the lunch box, eating her humble sandwich