CHAPTER 179


    On the other end, Caroline picked up. “Gilbert?”


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    Her voice sounded pleased, and she teased, “The always busy Mr. Johnson, calling me out of


    nowhere? What’s going on?”


    “Caroline.” Thinking about Francis, still unconscious in the hospital, Gilbert struggled a bit, his brows


    furrowing into a deep frown before he gathered his courage. “You… from now on, don’t mess


    around with my phone.”


    “What?” Caroline’s mood flipped instantly, her smile freezing. “What are you talking about? I, I don’t


    understand what you’re saying.”


    “Caroline.” Gilbert weighed his words carefully, deciding to be honest. “My phone has an app with


    which I can recover all the deleted call logs.”


    At that, Caroline was stunned. What else was there to misunderstand? Caroline had taken a call


    from that nightclub manager, deleted the call log, and Gilbert knew.


    She admitted it. “Yes, I did take a call from some manager, and now, you’re calling me out over this


    trivial matter?”


    Gilbert didn’t confirm or deny, stating, “I hope you can respect me. Let’s not have a repeat of this.”


    With that, he hung up.


    It was the first time in years that Gilbert had been mean to her. Suddenly closing her eyes, Caroline


    leaned back. Her back against the chair felt scorching hot, apanied by a faint pain, as


    memories shed rapidly through her mind. Sweat broke out on her forehead and temples. On the


    other end of the line, Caroline was utterly baffled.


    After a long moment, holding the phone, sheughed.


    How did he find out? And he even recovered the deleted logs? Was it such a big deal that he had to


    confront her?


    Caroline snorted softly, “Why?”


    Wasn’t the ‘cklisting‘ of Sherilyn Gilbert’s idea?


    She found it ridiculous to think Gilbert would have med her for touching his phone. Had he


    forgotten about the past? Could it be, after living the high life. for so long, Gilbert had seen himself


    as Mr. Gilbert? Or did Gilbert only remember being grateful to Francis, lying unconscious in a


    hospital bed, forgetting that his sess today also had her contribution?


    “No, no…” Caroline shook her head slightly.


    He wouldn’t and couldn’t forget. It should be deep in his bones to remember forever!


    Sherilyn and Jenna had a video callter that day on Serenity Street.


    Dr. William had lent a hand, using his phone.


    “Mommy!” In the video, Jenna looked very spirited.


    “Jenna.” When seeing her daughter, Sherilyn’s heart nearly melted.


    Sherilyn often thought it was fortunate that she had Jenna. Otherwise, over the years, she would


    have likely be bitter. But with Jenna, it was different. Just one look at Jenna and all the


    grievances and resentments faded away. Children were angels sent from heaven, no doubt about


    it.


    Jenna’s sweet voice came through. “Mommy, I have been good, listening to Dr. William, taking my


    shots, and taking my meds.”


    “I’m so proud of you, sweetie.” Sherilyn smiled, a gentle aura enveloping her. “Jenna, my dear, you


    are a brave girl.”


    Jenna had been enduring long–term medication and injections that even adults might not bear. But


    thankfully, Jenna’s surgery was soon. After the surgery, she could fully recover, and she could live


    like any other child, not longer needing medication or injections.


    Thinking of that, Sherilyn said, “Jenna is so good. You deserve a reward. What would you like, my


    dear?”


    She added, “It can be something a bit expensive.”


    In the past, when Sherilyn had to bnce work and studies while raising a child, Jenna couldn’t


    have many expensive toys. But what child wouldn’t like them?