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."

accusations, Sherilyn went pale as she shook

hadn't pushed Caroline. But no one was

deep, authoritative voice sliced

Johnson, Sherilyn's husband of barely two

brightened up, hoping for

sharply, his gaze as piercing as a knife, landing squarely on her. "What

Sherilyn flinched, shaking her

you, then who?" Gilbert didn't buy it, and his good-looking face scrunched up in disgust and hate. "You think Caroline jumped by herself,

harsh and unloving tone left Sherilyn

clutched her stomach, leaning into Gilbert's embrace, her voice barely a whisper, "Gilbert, it hurts. It hurts so

the

blood!" Suddenly,

a pool of red began to spread, growing

Caroline, terrified, clung to Gilbert, sobbing,

he said it, Gilbert's face was ashen, panic setting in. "We must head to the

and with a fierce glare at

words, Gilbert

most important thing then was Caroline

frowning and shaking her head, words

barely opened her mouth when Sylvia turned away and