Whispers Turn

Chapter 258 

Now, she couldn’t even muster the energy to sit down and have a proper conversation with Sherilyn. 

“Sherilyn, are you still in touch with your ex–husband? I really don’t get you. How can you be so shameless?” 

Adela scrutinized Sherilyn from head to toe. 

“Besides your looks, what do you have that’s good enough for Edgar? How dare you cling onto him?” 

Gilbert happened to overhear this particular sentence. His face immediately darkened. 

He was never known for his patience, and he quickly stepped in front of Adela, shielding Sherilyn. 

“Mrs. Ferguson, mind your words, please! What do you mean Sherilyn is clinging to your son? It’s your son who’s been doggedly pursuing our Sherilyn, okay? The Johnsons‘ adopted daughter isn’t low enough to cling to anyone!” 

Our Sherilyn? Adela was taken aback, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest from 

anger. 

She looked at Sherilyn, then at Gilbert. “Fine, fine, you two seem to be very… cozy!” 

“Mrs. Ferguson!” 

Sherilyn, seeing the situation, tried to intervene, “Please calm down, he didn’t 

mean…” 

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Adela wasn’t in the mood to listen, waving her hands dismissively, “I see no point in talking further. I came to tell you – you and Edgar aren’t a match. Please, stop bothering him!” 

“What bothering?” 

Gilbert clenched his fists tightly. 

But by then, Adela had already put on her sunglasses and turned to leave. 

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Gilbert felt a rush of frustration, glaring at Sherilyn, “And Edgar? He just lets his mother bully you like this?” 

Sherilyn looked down, silent. 

“Call him!” Gilbert pointed at her. “Call him now! We can’t let this go!” 

Yet, Sherilyn remained silent, unmoved. 

“Didn’t you hear me?” 

Suddenly, Sherilyn lifted her head, meeting his angry gaze. 

Gilbert was startled by how pale her face looked… Was she really that upset? 

She must be. 

She liked Edgar so much, yet his mother despised her like this. 

“Are you… okay? Is everything alright?” 

For some reason, although Sherilyn should have been the one upset, Gilbert felt a discomfort brewing inside him too. 

“I’m fine.” 

Sherilyn pressed her lips together and shook her head, “Let’s go. Sylvia is waiting for us to have dinner; we shouldn’t keep her waiting.” 

Saying this, she walked ahead. 

Once in the car, Gilbert found it hard to look at her directly, stealing glances through the rearview mirror instead. 

Sherilyn had become quieter since her return, but today, she was exceptionally 

silent. 

Was she upset? Did she like Edgar that much? 

Breathing heavily, Gilbert suddenly gripped the steering wheel tighter. 

As the car pulled into the Johnson Mansion and stopped in front of the main house, Sherilyn got out and walked ahead. 

Gilbert watched her back, hesitating for a moment before picking up his phone and dialing Edgar’s number. 

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At the dinner table. 

Sylvia sat at the head, with Francis and Gilbert on one side, and Sherilyn on the 

other. 

Caroline was out on business tonight. 

Sylvia kept serving Sherilyn, “Eat up, you’ve lost weight again in just a few days.” 

“Sylvia.” Sherilyn smiled. “It’s for work, I can’t afford to gain weight. If I do, I won’t be able to perform.” 

“Right, right!” Sylvia nodded vigorously, her eyes twinkling with pride, “Our Sherilyn is a star now! Ha…” 

The doorbell rang urgently at the entrance. 

“I’ll get it!” The maid hurried to answer the door. 

“Mr. Ferguson?” 

“Sherilyn!”