Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 512

Looking youthful must mean he takes good care of himself.

And the man, well, he was strikingly handsome for his age, exuding a charm and elegance that was quite rare.

For some reason, Sherilyn felt he looked familiar, almost as if she had seen him somewhere before.

"What are you staring at?" Gilbert raised his hand, blocking her view, "Just an old man. Is he that interesting?"

Sherilyn dared not speak the truth.

Gilbert was clearly not pleased.

She decided to gossip with him instead, whispering, "Who is that guy? He seems pretty formidable."

Even Sylvia, with all her hospital visits, never made such a spectacle.

Gilbert wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from the crowd, "Ever heard of Naylor Harrison?"

Naylor Harrison? Sherilyn's eyes widened in shock, covering her mouth, "That's Naylor Harrison? Really?"

"Yep."

Gilbert chuckled, "Naylor's just a man, no need to look like you've seen a ghost."

"I did not!"

Sherilyn retorted, elbowing him in the chest.

"It's just... seeing him in person for the first time is a bit overwhelming."

Naylor Harrison's ancestors made their fortune in finance, and he himself was a prodigy, becoming a trader in his teens, and by twenty, a well-known financial mogul. The name 'Naylor Harrison' was synonymous with legend!

Seeing the admiration on Sherilyn's face, a shadow passed briefly in Gilbert's eyes, "Too bad, with him, the Naylor legacy will end."

"What do you mean?"

As Naylor left, the crowd began to disperse.

Gilbert, leading Sherilyn away, said, "Haven't you heard? Naylor's domestic life is a total mess."

Sherilyn had heard some rumors but wasn't sure, "Does he, like, have several 'wives'?"

"Yeah."

Gilbert nodded, his lips curling into

a smile, "Plenty of wives,

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turned out well."

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Now, as Naylor Harrison was getting on in years, his offspring, lacking any real talent, were known more for their internal strife, backstabbing, and fratricidal conflicts thano anything else.

Watching Naylor's departing figure Gilbert sneered, "Just watch. The Naylor family won't last much

longer; their days of glory are

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numbered."

Sherilyn listened to the story, sighing, "It's just like something out of a TV show."

Gilbert glanced down at her, thinking to himself that reality was often much crueler than any television drama.

The next day, Sherilyn went to the hospital early to visit Rebecca.

But when she arrived, the room was empty, with no sign of Rebecca.

"Nurse!" Sherilyn, frantic, ran to the nurse's station to inquire, "Where's the patient from room V9?"

"Rebecca, you mean?"

"Yes!"

The nurse looked puzzled, eyeing Sherilyn strangely, "Aren't you her friend? Didn't you know? She's been discharged."

"What?" Sherilyn was taken aback. How could this be?

"Nurse, please, who arranged her discharge?"

"Her family did."

Family? Sherilyn couldn't think of which family member of Rebecca's it could be.

If Rebecca had been taken home by her family, she would have told her.

Something felt off. She pulled out her phone and dialed Rebecca's number.

However, the cold voice on the phone replied,

[Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.]

Sherilyn tried several more times, only to get the same response!