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."

Sherilyn went pale as she

wanted to explain that she hadn't pushed Caroline. But no

voice sliced through the crowd, arriving

Gilbert Johnson, Sherilyn's husband

brightened up,

piercing as a knife, landing squarely

shaking her

then who?" Gilbert didn't buy it, and his good-looking face scrunched up in disgust and hate. "You think Caroline jumped by herself, huh? Do you think nobody knows

unloving tone left Sherilyn speechless, unable

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

Then, Sylvia Johnson, the family's matriarch, also arrived. "What happened

There's blood!" Suddenly,

of red began to spread, growing

to Gilbert, sobbing, "My baby,

was ashen, panic setting in. "We must head to

Caroline in his arms, and with a fierce glare at Sherilyn, he warned, "You'd better pray the child is okay.

finishing his words, Gilbert turned and

then was

at Sherilyn, frowning and shaking her head,

opened her mouth when