Whispers Turn

“Ouch!” 

Sherilyn winced in pain, forced to step back. Taking a deep breath, she tried to remain calm. “What brings you here?” 

Gilbert sneered quietly, ignoring her question, and just pointed towards the door. “Open it.” What? 

Sherilyn blinked. Was he planning to go inside? 

But she was reluctant. “If you have Something to say, just say it here. 

“Open it!” Gilbert lost his patience, his voice dropping as he glared at her. “What, do I need to repeat myself a third time?” 

Facing Gilbert’s intimidating glare, Sherilyn decided it was better to avoid confrontation. She took out the keys and opened the door. 

Gilbert stepped inside before her. 

“It’s so dark? No lights in the hallway, none in the house?” 

Before he could really lose it, Sherilyn rushed in and flipped on the big light, instantly brightening up the room. 

The house was too small. Sherilyn hadn’t noticed it when she was alone, but with Gilbert’s tall frame filling the space, it seemed even more cramped. 

Gilbert surveyed the surroundings without a word. A living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, bathroom. The living room and the bedroom were together, the kitchen was just a small area by the entrance, and only the bathroom was separate. 

This… was a house? It was smaller than a single bedroom at the Golden Oak Manor! 

The only good thing was that it was clean and tidy. But to Gilbert, no matter how neat, the place was an eyesore. 

He spun around, locking his gaze on Sherilyn, his expression darkening. “What’s the meaning of this?” 

Sherilyn was taken aback, not quite understanding his question. “Well, isn’t it obvious? I live here…” 

“Nonsense!” Gilbert snapped without hesitation. “Didn’t I provide for you? Didn’t I give your a house? Are you seriously telling me you’re broke and homeless?” 

“That’s your money, your house, it has nothing to do with me,” Sherilyn retorted without missing a beat 

What did you say?” Gilbert was taken aback. 

Sherilyn smiled faintly. “When we signed the divorce papers, I said I wouldn’t take anything 

I from the Johnson family. I meant it.” 

Even when she was close to death, she hadn’t taken a penny from him. Now that she was back on her feet, why would she need his help? 

Gilbert suddenly remembered… Edwin Morris had mentioned that she hadn’t gone to the lawyers to handle the transfer procedures outlined in the divorce agreement. Was she 

serious? 

“What are you thinking?” He couldn’t understand. Was this some new trick? 

“It’s simple.” Looking up at him due to their height difference, Sherilyn smiled slightly. 

“We’re divorced. From now on, my life is my own to live…” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“My own life?” Gilbert couldn’t help laced with sarcasm. 

“Just like this? Living in this slum. ut laugh dismissively, his v 

Slum? 

Sherilyn smirked. “To you, this might indeed be a slum.” But to her, it wasn’t. In Crestwood, she lived in places even worse than this, she had even slept on the streets… 

Enough.” Gilbert had no desire to argue further, waving his hand dismissively. “Pack your hings, we’re leaving now!” 

What? 

herilyn was shocked, finding his demand unreasonable. “Leaving? To where? This is my ome, and I’m not going anywhere.”