Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Stepping out of the hospital, she froze.

No, she couldn't just leave. The next day, she was supposed to board a plane to be shipped abroad. In a foreign country, clueless and alone, she'd be even more lost!-

So, she stood by the entrance, waiting for Gilbert. He had to show up eventually.

As time ticked away, Sherilyn's legs went numb, and the sky darkened, followed by a sudden downpour.

Just when Sherilyn thought Gilbert might spend the night inside, he appeared. The soft light lit up his figure, putting the spotlight on his handsome face and his gentle, aristocratic aura. Gilbert frowned. "Ugh, stop her!"

"Yes, sir!" Midway, Sherilyn got blocked, unable to get any closer.

"Gilbert, I have something important to tell you!" she called out desperately.

But Gilbert didn't even spare her a glance.

The driver pulled up the car at the curb, and Gilbert strode forward, opened the door, and ducked inside.

Sherilyn couldn't believe it and shouted, "Gilbert! Please! I need to talk to you!"

to hear, closing the door and

started to pull away, Sherilyn, wide-eyed, saw it begin

past Allen, who was blocking her,

stop the car! Waa..."

away until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn's foot

glanced back and

Was that so?

glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn lying

a fall. She's not that fragile. What could happen? Drive faster! I don't want her catching

watched the car speed away, the light

arms, struggling to rise from the ground. Her fair arms and palms were all scraped and bleeding, mixing with the

that moment, the pain was intense, piercing

her tears

physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to change her wet clothes. What

remembered something and pulled out her phone. She didn't scroll through her contacts but dialed a number she

dialing, she hit