Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Edgar was in a rush, pocketing his phone and dashing out the door. He had to see Sherilyn!

But as soon as he stepped out, his path was blocked by Adela.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Mom," Edgar was frazzled. "I'm an adult. I don't have to report everything I do to you, do I?"

Adela scoffed, "Not telling? Let me guess, you're hurrying off to see Sherilyn, aren't you?"

Edgar paused, not surprised Adela guessed. He hadn't planned on keeping it a secret anyway, so he might as well admit it openly, "Yes."

Adela laughed mockingly, pointing at him. "You dare step out of this house today and see what happens."

"Mom?" Edgar frowned, puzzled. "I'm not a kid anymore. You can't restrict my freedom like this."

"Freedom? Oh, now you talk about freedom?" Adela eyed him critically, not mincing her words. "What right do you have to say that? I raised you. Even the education you received was because of me! And now, you're working at the Ferguson Group, everything you have is because of this family!"

Hearing this, Edgar's face paled. "Mom, what are you trying to say?" Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"What am I saying?" Adela's voice was cold. "If you're so blind that you want to be with Sherilyn, then you can leave the Ferguson family!"

Edgar was stunned. He hadn't thought of using this tactic to make his parents compromise, but his mother had brought it up first?

"I won't give up on Sherilyn." Edgar frowned, sighing deeply. "If that's how you want it... fine. I'll leave now."

With that, he turned back to his room.

Adela was taken aback, following him and watching as he began to pack his bags. Panicking, she said, "Don't think it's just about moving out! I'll freeze your credit cards too!"

Edgar was taken aback. "Mom?"

Thinking Edgar got scared, Adela felt a bit smug. "Scared now? That's more like it! Over some girl..."

"Enough." Edgar held back because she was his mother; he didn’t want to be too harsh. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t angry. "Mom, Sherilyn is the person I love, please respect her! Do whatever you want."

He believed, even leaving home, he wouldn’t starve.

As he spoke, Edgar finished packing, closed his suitcase, and was ready to leave.

"What's all this?" Gaylord, Edgar's dad, arrived late to see this scene and hurriedly grabbed his son. "Where are you going? Can't we talk this out?"

"Let him go! Don't stop him!" Adela glared at her husband, snapping, "Your son is bewitched! He's not thinking straight, let him go!"

"Dad," Edgar pulled away, frowning deeply. "I'm leaving, take care."

With that, he hurried downstairs with his suitcase.

"Ah..."

"Come back!" Adela held back her husband, watching her son's retreating figure with frustration. "Let him go! He thinks it's easy to survive out there? He'll see! He's never faced hardship, how will he manage?"

Gaylord was surprised. "Alright, as you wish."

...

The news of Edgar being kicked out reached Gilbert the very next day, through Yates, his cousin.

Derek sighed, "Really kicked out?"

"Yeah," Yates nodded. "My aunt is serious. She's warned all our relatives and friends not to help him, or they'd be going against her."

With that, who would dare to lend Edgar a hand?

"Aw, man." Derek clicked his tongue. "That's harsh! Looks like your aunt has zero tolerance for Sherilyn."