Chapter 143


    “What does that mean?”


    Sherilyn froze, puzzled. Did she understand it correctly? No… that couldn’t be, could it?


    “Sylvia?”


    Sherilyn swallowed hard, asking uncertainly, “What kind of ‘like‘ are we talking about here?”


    “Oh, dear…”


    Sylvia set down her soup spoon, smiling warmly, “What other kind is there? Of course, I mean like a


    man and a woman. You know?”


    To make sure Sherilyn understood, she added, “Like how you liked Jake back in the day.”


    Sherilyn was confused. “Sylvia, why would you ask something like that?”


    Just because Edgar had given her a lift home?


    She shook her head, chuckling, “There’s nothing between us. We just bumped into each other, and


    he was kind enough to offer me a ride.”


    “Is that all?”


    Sylvia saw through her, “At your birthday partyst week, didn’t I see you two hitting it off? You


    seemed quitepatible.”


    “Sylvia!” Sherilyn was both amused and exasperated, “What are you talking about? There’s


    nothing…”


    Sylvia thought she was just being shy and gently pressed, “I think he’s quite a catch, and he seems


    to fancy you too. Come on, be honest with me, do you like him a bit?*


    “Ah?”


    Now, Sherilyn couldn’t even force a smile.


    Sylvia’s expression was serious, and her words carried weight.


    Sherilyn frowned slightly, “Sylvia, I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”


    “Oh dear…”


    Sylvia sighed, wiping her mouth with a napkin.


    Looking at Sherilyn, her eyes filled with affection.


    “Sweetheart, all I want is to see you settled with someone worthy. Edgar’s a good man,es from


    a decent family. But of course, the most important thing is that you like him…”


    “Sylvia!” Sherilyn’s face went pale, shaking her head vehemently. “Stop joking, how could that even


    be possible?”


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    “Why would I joke about this?”


    Sylvia frowned, “I would never joke about something as important as your future happiness. I’m


    seriously considering this for you.”


    “Sylvia…”


    Sherilyn was at a loss for words, finding the whole situation absurd.


    “I know.” Sylvia waved off her concerns, “You’re just feeling unworthy, right?”


    That was true, Sherilyn thought silently.


    “Don’t worry.”


    Sylvia was unfazed, “As long as you like him, there’s no question of worthiness! You’re an adopted


    daughter of the Johnson family; who would dare to look down on you? Sherilyn…” Sylvia’s voice


    cracked with emotion.


    “It’s the Johnson family who has failed you, dear. I need to see you well–settled to be at peace.”


    “Sylvia…”


    Sherilyn felt overwhelmed, “I really don’t need…”


    “How can you not need?”


    Sylvia was stubborn, insisting, “Yourst attempt, Gilbert told me all about it… It’s my fault. for not


    being there for you. This time, I’ll personally make sure to find you someone deserving.”


    Sherilyn was speechless, unsure of what to say.


    Whatever Sylvia was thinking, it didn’t matter. There was nothing between her and Edgar, and there


    never would be.


    “I have my ns, dear. I just wanted you to know so you wouldn’t worry.”


    Sylvia stood up, “It’s gettingte, 1 should retire.”


    “Let me help you, Sylvia.” Sherilyn stood as well, offering her arm to Sylvia.


    Just then, Gilbert walked in with a tray carrying bowls of soup.


    “What took you so long to get some soup?”


    Sylvia shot a displeased look at her grandson, releasing Sherilyn, “You don’t need to help me. Go


    on, finish your soup. Be good.”


    “Of course, Sylvia.”


    “Good girl.”