Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Look at him, standing there - her biological father!

He once swore eternal love to her mother, they were inseparable, over the moon when she was born, cherished her to the bone.

But then, one day, everything changed!

He started an affair with his sister-in-law behind his wife's back and abandoned his family!

For years, he never showed a shred of care towards his daughter!

Had the Johnsons not taken her in, she shudders to think where she'd be now...

And now, he has the audacity to ask her to donate her liver to his son?

What does he think she is? His personal organ bank?

"Hah, really now?" Sherilyn couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Did he really think she'd just go along with whatever he says?

Not a chance. Farley wasn't that naive.

He brought up the house on Skyshine Street again, "Sherilyn, I won't let you make this sacrifice for nothing. That house on Skyshine Street, it's filled with your mom's memories. Just say yes, and I'll transfer it to your name, okay?"

Ah, so that was his game! Using that house to buy her liver!

"Hah, oh wow..." Realizing this, Sherilyn laughed even louder.

"Sher...Sherilyn..." Seeing her like this, Farley started to falter. Truth be told, he didn't even want to come.

But under the constant nagging from Malvina for their son, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and approach Sherilyn.

He knew very well she was likely to refuse.

Now, facing Sherilyn, Farley instantly regretted his decision. Biting his lip, "I'm sorry! Sherilyn, pretend like I never said anything!" "Oh?" Sherilyn stopped laughing, looking at him curiously. "What, giving up on your precious son?"

Farley shook his head, "I'll find another way! Sherilyn, I'm sorry, just act like I was never here today!" With that, he stood up and headed towards the door.

Pausing at the threshold, he turned back.

Sherilyn was still sitting there, her gaze silently fixed ahead, lost in thought.

Yet, that side profile, it reminded him so much of her late mother.

A sharp pain twisted in Farley's heart as he pushed the door open and left.

Sherilyn remained seated, her laughter slowly fading, a wave of melancholy gradually surfacing...

Returning to the dance studio, her children's class ended at 4:30.

With nothing else on her agenda, Sherilyn decided to go somewhere.

Exiting the studio, she headed to a nearby flower shop.

While picking out flowers, Gilbert called.

"Hello?"

"Sherilyn." Gilbert's voice was cheerful, seemingly in a good mood, "Where are you? I'm at the studio."

"You're at the studio?" Sherilyn

surprised, isn't it too early?

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"Yeah. I finished early today and decided to skip a business meeting, left it to Charles."

Gilbert tried to sweet-talk her, "I ended my day early to spend time with you, are you happy?"

Not in the slightest.

Sherilyn forced a smile, avoiding the question, "I'm not at the studio, I went out."

"Oh?" Gilbert sounded surprised, "Where did you go?"

"Just out to buy some flowers." She quickly added, ready to end the call, "I've got some other things to do today, you go about your business, we'll catch up another day. Bye."

With that, she hung up.

"Hello? Sherilyn!"

Gilbert stood there, phone in hand, shocked and irritated. She just hung up on him?

Grinding his teeth, he murmured, "Spoiling you, that's what!"

Her temper seemed to be getting worse, and yet, he felt powerless to do anything about it!

In the flower shop, Sherilyn couldn't

care less about Gilbert's thought

if he was upset. Better if he

thought.

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