Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Edgar couldn't believe his ears.

He smirked, "Ridiculous..."

"What?"

Adela was stunned, and even Gaylord couldn't stay silent, "Edgar, how can you talk to your mother like that?"

"Dad." Edgar frowned, disbelief etched across his handsome face.

"What century are we in? To still hear 'not worth' is absurd, don't you think?"

"You..." Adela was at a loss for words. She exchanged a glance with her husband.

"Edgar." Noticing her son's displeasure, Adela softened her tone. "You were raised abroad and educated in their ways, but this is Sunhaven!"

"Mom." But Edgar was unmoved. "This has nothing to do with my education. Besides, there's no fundamental difference between Eastern and Western education."

He was prepared. He had anticipated their objections.

So, Edgar spoke clearly and slowly.

"Sherilyn is divorced, so what? Even in ancient times, people could divorce and remarry Mom, Dad, are we really going to be more backward than the ancients?"

After Edgar's speech, Adela and Gaylord were speechless, unable to rebut.

At the party, they had heard rumors about their son and Gilbert's ex-wife being entangled. They never imagined it was true! And they certainly didn't expect their son to defend her so passionately! For a moment, the couple found themselves at a loss for words.

Facing his silent parents, Edgar didn't say much more; they needed time to adjust. He picked up a bracelet box from the table.

"Dad, Mom, it's getting late." He stood up. "I'm off to bed, and you should rest too. Goodnight."

"Oh dear!"

As soon as their son left, Adela closed her eyes and massaged her temples.

"What's wrong, dear?"

"My head is killing me!" Adela groaned, shaking her head, "What are we going to do? No, I won't allow them to be together. Absolutely not!"

...

Monday.

Before six, Gilbert was already waiting at the entrance of the dance studio.

After Sea Breeze Swing's performance, Sherilyn gained recognition in the scene, even catching Sylvia's attention.

Sylvia was thrilled. "Sherilyn's done well for herself, hasn't she?"

Noticing Sherilyn hadn't come over for dinner in a while, she asked Gilbert to bring her home. Since Sherilyn was busy over the weekend, they settled on Monday.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, Gilbert looked up to see Sherilyn exiting with her bag. He immediately stepped out of the car and hadn't walked far when he saw someone approaching her.

It was Adela.

Adela stopped in front of Sherilyn and took off her sunglasses, "Hello, you must be... Sherilyn?"

"...Yes." Sherilyn nodded, a bit stunned, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

Adela glanced around, "It's a bit inconvenient to talk here. Can we sit somewhere to chat? What do you say?"

"This..." Sherilyn hesitated. She didn't even know who the other person was. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Adela's smile faded a bit, lowering her voice deliberately, "I'm Edgar's mother."

Sherilyn tensed up, immediately feeling the pressure from the other woman. She had a good idea why Adela was here.

"Mrs. Ferguson, nice to meet you."

"No need for formalities." Adela raised an eyebrow, "Can we sit down for a talk now?"

"I..." Sherilyn hesitated, looking towards Gilbert, who was walking towards her.

Before she could say anything, Adela also noticed him, and her barely maintained smile vanished completely.