Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 259

Hearing the noise, Sherilyn put down her fork and hurried to the door.

"Sherilyn!"

"Edgar? How did you..."

This wasn't the place to talk. Sherilyn gestured towards the parlor, and they moved their conversation there.

"Sherilyn." Edgar looked down, his heart heavy with guilt and remorse, his voice shaky.

"It's my fault. I didn't expect... my mom would come to see you. Whatever she said, please, don't take it to heart, don't be upset..."

"Relax."

Compared to him, Sherilyn was much more composed.

"I'm not upset. Mrs. Ferguson spoke nothing but the truth..."

"Sherilyn?" Edgar was taken aback, sensing this wasn't going to end well.

"Edgar."

Sherilyn sighed softly, "Your mother was right. That's also why I turned you down that day. Maybe it's better if we don't see each other anymore..."

"No!" Before she could finish, Edgar interrupted her urgently.

His handsome face twisted in anguish, "Sherilyn, please, don't say things like that!"

He was in agony, "I messed up. I didn't anticipate my mom would... Sherilyn, I truly care about you! Finding the right person isn't easy, and I can't just give up, I won't give up. Please, don't shut me out, okay?"

"But..." Sherilyn shook her head, unable to agree.

"Listen, parents often have good reasons for their opposition. In this world, couples who go against their parents' wishes usually don't end up happy..."

"But you said it yourself, that's usually!"

Edgar was desperate now, raising his voice.

"That doesn't mean always! If we don't try, how will we know it can't work out?"

At that...

Sherilyn found herself at a loss for words, tongue-tied.

"What's going on?"

Back in the dining room, Sylvia couldn't stay put any longer and got up to head towards the parlor, "I'll go see what's happening."

"Grandma, I'll come with you."

Gilbert hurried after her, only for Sylvia to shoot him a glance, "What's going on with them? Do you know something?"

"I don't know anything." Gilbert shook his head decisively.

This was Sherilyn's personal matter. Whether to tell Sylvia was her choice, and he wasn't about to overstep.

When Sherilyn arrived in the parlor, she looked at the two young people. "What's this about... an argument? Or some trouble? Can you tell me?"

"Sherilyn, it's nothing..."

Edgar remembered Sylvia once said she would help overcome any obstacles, but he didn't plan to ask for her help.

He understood his parents; if Sylvia really intervened, they might dislike Sherilyn even more.

He glanced at Sherilyn, "It's my fault, I upset Sherilyn."

"Oh." Hearing this, Sylvia relaxed. "Then I won't intervene. You caused this, you better make it right."

She looked at Gilbert, saying, "Let's go."

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As they left, Gilbert frowned, puzzled. Sherilyn was clearly facing difficulties yet chose not to seek help from Sylvia? Edgar was the same.

Could they really handle this on their own?

Since they wouldn't speak up, there was only so much he could do.

...

After leaving the Johnson Mansion and hurrying home, Edgar went straight upstairs to find Adela.

"Mom!"

Adela glanced at her son, knowing full well what was on his mind and frowned, "That face, are you upset with your mom? So, you've heard. Hmph, that girl sure knows how to tattle!"

"Mom!" Edgar frowned, shaking his head. "It's not Sherilyn."

"If not her, then who?"