Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



When Sawyer arrived, Sylvia was still not out of the emergency room.

"Mr. Francis, I couldn't find anything useful," Sawyer reported truthfully.

"The letter was written on generic printer paper, available anywhere, and no fingerprints were left on it."

"Moreover, the package was sent from a postal center, not picked up from home."

"I also checked the security footage at the postal center. The sender was wearing a mask, hat, and gloves, obviously taking precautions, making it impossible to identify them."

After he finished speaking in one breath, Francis and Gilbert exchanged looks, their brows furrowed in concern.

After a moment of silence, Gilbert clenched his fists, a fierce anger spreading, "Naylor!"

Who else would go to such lengths?

Francis remained silent, not ruling out the possibility. He was aware that Naylor wanted his brother to return to the Harrison family.

"Is he doing this to rush you?"

"Rush?" Gilbert scoffed, "This is coercion!"

By exposing that he wasn't the legitimate second son of the Johnson family, he would be cast aside, left with no choice but to return to the Harrison family!

The emergency room doors opened, and the doctor came out, halting their conversation as they approached.

"Doctor, how's my grandma?"

"The Johnson gentlemen can relax. The old lady was just emotionally overwhelmed. You brought her in time, and there's no serious harm. She's just weak right now and needs rest."

He added, "The old lady has a heart condition, so it's best to keep her emotions stable."

"Thank you. Can we see her now?"

"Of course."

Sylvia was then moved to a regular room.

The brothers stood by her bed, one on each side.

"Grandma..."

"Leave!"

As soon as Francis began to speak, Sylvia closed her eyes abruptly, her brows furrowed, clearly resistant.

It was obvious who her words were directed at.

Francis frowned, "Grandma..."

"Big brother."

Gilbert, pale-faced, interrupted him, shaking his head slowly before looking back at Sylvia.

"Grandma, rest well. I'll leave now."

He turned swiftly and walked towards the door.

"Grandma, this..."

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"Rest well,

I'll be here with you."

"Leave!"

Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes, glaring at her grandson with equal displeasure, "You leave too!"

"Grandma..."

"Leave! Can't you understand?"

Stunned, Francis saw his grandmother getting agitated again and quickly nodded, "I'm leaving, just don't get upset..."

In moments, both brothers were ushered out of the room.

Gilbert was seething, turning to leave.

"Gilbert!" Francis grabbed him, "Where are you going?"

He had a guess, "Are you going to find Naylor?"

Gilbert remained silent, confirming Francis's suspicion.

"What's the point? What can you do?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Gilbert, known for his temper, couldn't swallow his pride, "But at least, I can give him a beating! Make him give up!" Shrugging off Francis, he stormed out.

"Gilbert!"

Unable to stop him, Francis immediately ordered Sawyer, "Notify Charles and the others, follow him!" "Yes, Mr. Francis."

Blue Haven.

Gilbert rushed to the Harrison Mansion, fueled by rage,

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"Mr. Nine, the master isn't home. He went abroad a few days ago and hasn't returned."

Gilbert was skeptical, "Giving me the runaround? Too scared to see me?"

"Mr. Nine." The butler didn't try to stop him, "You're welcome to look around."

As he spoke, he stepped aside, "The master instructed that Mr. Nine is to be treated as the head of the Harrison family. You can come and go as you please, and no oneis to stop you, please..." From NôvelDrama.Org.