Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Ha! Hahaha..."

As the words fell, Sherilyn burst into laughter. She laughed so hard tears streamed down her face, unable to stop herself.

"Sherilyn!"

"You got that right!"

Sherilyn was still laughing, her eyes sparkling with amusement, showing not a trace of anger. She genuinely found it hilarious.

"Four years have gone by, and I haven't changed. And you, well, you're exactly the same too."

Just like back in the day, no matter what happened, you never asked why, always rushing to Caroline's side without a second thought!

Sherilyn sighed silently. Do you know how I got the nickname 'the wicked witch' back then?

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You only saw my temper, my 'rude' actions, but you never asked why I did what I did!

But times change, and now, four years later, the things that used to bother me no longer do.

After her laughter subsided, Sherilyn lazily remarked, "Sorry, but no, I'm not going to apologize. Never. Isn't that what you're here for, Mr. Gilbert?"

She looked at Gilbert with a grin. "You're Caroline's lapdog, always groveling at her feet. You're so pathetic, I'm sure you can sweet-talk her like you always do."

"Sherilyn!"

Amid Gilbert's furious roar, Sherilyn suddenly lifted her hand and swept all the things from the table onto the floor in one swift motion!

"Ah!" Caroline jumped up, startled.

"Sherilyn Gomez!" Gilbert, seething with rage and his forehead veins bulging, pronounced her name deliberately.

"Here I am."

Sherilyn looked up, staring Gilbert down with a smile that barely concealed her challenge. "I'll raise the stakes! Go on, pamper your little princess!"

Are you insane? Who wouldn't be? Then let's all suffer together!

Without showing any emotion, she turned and walked out.

"Gilbert..." Caroline was somewhat intimidated. "Are you okay?"

Gilbert was stuck in place, giving off a seriously chilling vibe of anger.

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"Gilbert." After thinking it over, Caroline nudged him. "This is my fault. Icaused the argument. Maybe you should go after her. She doesn't have a car; she won't get far."

"Not going after her!"

Gilbert hardened his heart, abruptly turning away. Why chase her? Look at this mess; what has she done?

He had run two blocks to get her that jar of pickles, now overturned on the ground...

No matter how well he treated her, she was a thankless wretch!

Calling him pathetic?

Yes, he was pathetic! Pathetic for treating her so well!

...

Leaving Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn sat on the bus, gradually calming down.

She had to admit, she had been impulsive.

Those two were indeed revolting, but was this news to her? For Jenna's sake, she should have endured it, right?

Yet she hadn't.

Gilbert wasn't entirely wrong; things never change, and her impulsive nature was one of them. In this respect, she couldn't compare to Caroline.

A misstep.

What now? Was this the end of things with Gilbert?

It would be easy for him to find another shield, but she needed him as an ally. Was she expected to go back grovel, and ask for his

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She closed her eyes, leaning back.

What's done is done; no use worrying about it now. Today, she just didn't have the energy to 'deal' with him.

Upon returning to the city, she first went back to Sunset Ridge Community.

Jenna hadn't seen her mother in days and was chirping happily, "Mommy, Mommy!"

"Yeah, yeah."

Sherilyn was very responsive, not the least bit annoyed. Every time her daughter called, she answered.

That morning, wherever Sherilyn went, Jenna followed, not even letting her go to the bathroom alone.