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

pushed Caroline.

deep, authoritative voice sliced

Johnson, Sherilyn's husband

brightened up, hoping for his

gaze as piercing as a knife, landing squarely on

shaking her head. "It

his good-looking face scrunched up in disgust and hate. "You think Caroline jumped by herself, huh?

unloving tone left Sherilyn speechless, unable

stomach, leaning into Gilbert's embrace, her voice barely a whisper, "Gilbert, it

the family's matriarch, also arrived. "What

There's blood!" Suddenly,

red began to

Gilbert,

afraid." Even as he said it, Gilbert's face was ashen, panic

Caroline in his arms, and with a fierce glare at Sherilyn, he

words, Gilbert

important thing then

Sherilyn, frowning and shaking her head, words failing her, "Sherilyn, you...

mouth