Chapter 200


    Back when Francis was unconscious, he had no idea that Caroline was pregnant. So, they decided


    to keep it a secret for a bit longer. When Francis got better, they would find the right moment to tell


    him.


    Sherilyn wasn''t naive. She understood the situation perfectly. But did Gilbert think she''d be afraid for


    Francis to find out? No, not at all. She always believed that Caroline''s ''fall'' from the balcony had a


    hidden reason and that Francis was the key to uncovering it!


    With Francis waking up, did it mean the truth about what happened that year woulde to light?


    Just the thought made Sherilyn tremble even more.


    Francis and Gilbert were different. Francis was the most gentle and reasonable member of the


    Johnson family. He would seek out the truth!


    Gilbert couldn''t guess what was on her mind, just noticing her shaking severely.


    "Don''t be scared," Gilbert frowned. "Even if Fran finds out, you''ve had your punishment."


    He was referring to her four years spent studying abroad.


    Oh, how ironic.


    Sherilyn chuckled, her eyes clear and sharp. "Don''t worry. I''m not scared."


    There was nothing to fear. Four years had passed, and Sherilyn was no longer the child who could


    only cry when faced with troubles. But without evidence, she still couldn’t clear her name even after


    four years.


    God bless her! Francis woke up! She believed she would finally clear her name!


    "We''re here." The car stopped at the hospital entrance, and Gilbert got out first, moving around to


    open Sherilyn''s door.


    But Sherilyn had stepped out on her own. She was even somewhat eager, urging, "Let''s go."


    "Yeah, alright." Gilbert paused, sensing that Sherilyn wasn''t scared. Instead, she seemed to be


    looking forward to seeing Francis.


    In the hospital room, Gilbert and Sherilyn stood side by side.


    "Fran, guess who''s here to see you?" Gilbert stepped back, letting Sherilyn move forward.


    Sherilyn stepped closer, tears falling before she spoke, her voice trembling.


    "Fran." Her voice broke with her sobs.


    Francis couldn''t say a word, managing only a weak smile in her direction. His hand by his side tried


    to lift, but only his index finger moved slightly.


    "Fran?" Gilbert didn''t understand. "Do you need something?"


    "No, it''s not that..." Sherilyn cried, shaking her head and then kneeling beside the bed.


    Sobbing, she said, "Fran, I hope you don''t mind. You can''t move well now. Can I help you?"


    Francis blinked, granting silent permission.


    Sherilyn took Francis'' hand and gently ced it on her head. "Fran, is it okay now?"


    Francis blinked again, his eyes moistening.


    When Sherilyn was a teenager, she was undoubtedly a child to Francis. Whenever she called


    Francis'' name, Francis patted her head, advising, "Eat well, study hard, and if you''re short on


    pocket money, just tell me."


    "Fran..." Remembering the past, Sherilyn cried uncontrobly. She maintained her position,


    unmoving. "You''re going to get better. You have to!"


    It was promising that Francis would return to being the elegant and respectable Mr. Francis of the


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