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 shook her

that she hadn't pushed Caroline. But no one

sliced through the

Sherilyn's husband of barely

Sherilyn brightened up, hoping

Gilbert looked up sharply, his gaze as piercing as a knife, landing squarely

shaking her head. "It

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 you've been picking on her all this time? Do I

harsh and unloving tone left Sherilyn speechless, unable to

into Gilbert's embrace, her

Sylvia Johnson, the family's matriarch, also

blood!" Suddenly, someone

red began to spread, growing larger and

Gilbert, sobbing,

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

fierce glare at Sherilyn, he warned, "You'd better pray the child is okay. Otherwise,

his words, Gilbert turned and

then was Caroline and her

Sherilyn, frowning and shaking her head,

opened her mouth when Sylvia turned away