Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Ah! Please help me! It hurts so much!"

Amidst the agonizing cries for help, a crowd gathered, swelling in number.

Sherilyn Gomez stood frozen at the top of the staircase on the second floor, her gaze shifting from the tumbling figure of Caroline Bennett below to her hands, utterly bewildered.

"How did this happen?" she murmured.

Why did Caroline suddenly fall?

"What's going on here?" someone asked.

It was the Johnson family's annual feast, attended by numerous guests. The arriving crowd encircled Caroline, who lay at the bottom of the stairs.

"What happened? How did she fall?"

"She, she..." Despite her pain, Caroline looked up toward the top of the stairs. It suddenly dawned on everyone.

"Sherilyn pushed her!"

"Oh my God! Sherilyn, no matter how much you dislike Caroline, you can't go this far! She's pregnant, for heaven's sake!" "Exactly! That's too much."

Faced with the accusations, Sherilyn went pale as she

pushed Caroline.

A deep, authoritative voice sliced through the crowd, arriving

was Gilbert Johnson, Sherilyn's husband of barely two

up, hoping for his

up sharply, his gaze as piercing as a

Sherilyn flinched, shaking her

"You think Caroline jumped by herself, huh?

unloving tone left Sherilyn speechless, unable to

her stomach, leaning into Gilbert's embrace, her

Then, Sylvia Johnson, the

There's blood!" Suddenly, someone

pool of red began to spread, growing larger

terrified, clung to Gilbert,

was ashen, panic

his arms, and with a fierce glare at Sherilyn, he warned,

words, Gilbert turned and

thing then was Caroline and her

frowning and shaking her head, words failing her,

opened her mouth when Sylvia turned away