Chapter 313


    Sherilyn arrived, causing a stir just by her presence.


    "What are you doing here?" Ad''s voice exploded, sharp as shattered ss. "Haven''t you done enough damage? If it weren''t for you, Edgar would befortably sitting in his family estate in Sunhaven, living the life of a true Ferguson heir!"


    Sherilyn stood motionless, like a statue amidst the chaos.


    "Leave!" Ad was inches from lunging at her, held back only by Gilbert''s calming hand.


    "Mrs. Ferguson!" Gilbert nced at Sherilyn, then back at Ad. "What if Edgar wants to see her? We don''t know his condition. If...I mean, if he does ask for her?"


    Ad fell silent, her anger subsiding into a sea of what-ifs. Yeah, what if her son really had ast wish? Could she deny him that, in his potentially final moments?


    Ad covered her face, a gesture of pure anguish.


    Gilbert added, with a hint of bitterness. "And remember, you know better than anyone that if Edgar''s in this mess, it''s your fault!"


    Ad turned pale, her voice lost in the storm of her emotions, only managing a nod. "Fine, she can stay."


    Gilbert sighed in relief and turned to Sherilyn.


    "Are you alright? She didn''t hurt you, did she?" But Sherilyn dodged his outstretched hand, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.


    "I lost my mom shortly after I was born...my grandma passed away when I was fifteen, and now, Edgar..."


    "Sherilyn," Gilbert stopped her. His voice was stern, his brows knitted in concern. "Don''t talk like that!"


    But it was as if she heard nothing. "Everyone who has ever loved me... ends up hurt. Every single one..." "Sherilyn..."


    She closed her eyes, shutting the world out.


    And Jenna... she was another soul who loved her.


    Was she so undeserving of love?


    And if she had indeedmitted t


    such grave sins, why not punish her


    love?


    directly? Why those wed her


    As time ticked by, the night grew colder. Gilbert, without waiting for a refusal, draped his jacket over Sherilyn''s shoulders.


    Finally, the surgery was over.


    "How is he?" Ad rushed forward, desperate for good news.


    "He''s going to be fine. We''ll be moving him to a room soon."


    "Thank you, thank you!" Ad''s tears were a mix of relief and joy. "Bless the heavens!"


    Once Edgar was settled in his room, it was Gilbert who took care of everything. He then nced at Sherilyn, "Do you... want to see him?"


    "Yes." She nodded, her resolve clear. She had waited this long, a meeting was inevitable.


    "No way!" Adeta was firm, fearing aBelongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    rpse for her son after all they had been through. Her gaze darted between Gilbert and Sherilyn, her disapproval of their ambiguous rtionship only adding to her resolve.


    "Mrs. Ferguson."


    Sherilyn''s voice was calm, her cold demeanor hiding a firm resolve. "Don''t worry, I won''t tell Edgar what you''ve done to me. I''m here to say goodbye. I assume you wouldn''t want anything more to happen


    him."


    to


    Ad tensed up, her face tight with stress. Even Gilbert turned to Sherilyn, incredulous. "Are you serious? You''re saying goodbye?"


    "Yes." Sherilyn nodded again. "If you''re worried, feel free to apany me."


    With that, she pushed the door open, stepping into the unknown future, with Ad and Gilbert trailing behind.