Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

In the world of elite private schools, it's not just about having deep pockets; there's a whole rigorous vetting process that goes beyond just wealth and social standing, a bar that Sherilyn hadn't yet met. "Sherilyn, what do you think?" Gilbert immediately turned to her, seeking her opinion.

Sherilyn was momentarily speechless.

This was all new to her. As a first-time mother pondering her child's educational future, she felt out of her depth. Having been adopted by the Johnsons and attended a performing arts school, she had never encountered such issues. What was she to do now?

Did Jenna need to be registered under Gilbert's address to attend school?

"Big bro," Sherilyn's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, "What about other schools? Do they have the same requirements?"

"Yeah," Francis nodded. "The top private schools all have similar standards."

Sherilyn was at a loss for words, unsure of how to proceed.

"Don't rush," Gilbert said, understanding Sherilyn's hesitations. "We can discuss this further."

"Right," Francis agreed, checking his watch. "There's still some time. Let's have dinner first."

He was about to call for the staff when Sherilyn stopped him, sharing a smile with Rebecca White, "We can get James and Jenna."

"That works," Francis agreed, glancing at Rebecca with a hint of affection, "Make sure James doesn't pester his sister too much."

"Got it," Rebecca's cheeks warmed under his gaze, hurrying along with Sherilyn.

Hustling along, Sherilyn teased, "Your face is all red."

"Oh, you!" Rebecca laughed, playfully tickling Sherilyn, "That'll teach you to make fun of me!"

Their laughter filled the air as they went to fetch James and Jenna, washing their hands before settling them at the dinner table where the staff had arranged a variety of dishes.

James, ever the protective older brother, offered Jenna bits of food with the serving utensils. "Try this, it's yummy."

"Thank you, brother," Jenna chirped happily.

James was more than willing to spoil his little sister, asking, "What would you like to eat? Just tell me, and I'll get it for you."

Jenna pointed at various dishes, "The chicken, those shrimp... and some yogurt, please."

"Of course," James catered to her requests, delighted to see his sister happy.

The children were getting along splendidly, a relief to everyone.

Gilbert turned his attention to.

Sherilyn, offering her a serving

favore dish. "Indulge a little toet forget about the diet." Conto belongs to en.kikiston

"Okay, got it," she agreed.

Francis, emulating his brother, took care of Rebecca but in his own reserved manner. After serving her, he simply said, "Eat."

The dinner atmosphere was warm and cheerful, a joy for both the adults and children.

After the meal, as the staff cleared the table, Sherilyn and Rebecca decided to prepare fruit, knowing Jenna loved them cut into little animal shapes.

"Let's do it together; you can show me how," Rebecca suggested.

"Let's go," Sherilyn agreed.

Meanwhile, James took his sister's hand, "Let's watch some cartoons!" "Yay!" Jenna exclaimed.

As Francis and Gilbert moved

towards the living room, they paused by the entrance upon

hearing a noise outside. Exchanging glances, they stopped in their tracks. en FindNovel

The front door opened, and in walked David. "David?" Francis frowned, "What's going on?" "It's... well, it's not exactly..."