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!"

closing the door

car started to pull away, Sherilyn,

Sherilyn found an unknown strength, pushed past Allen, who

the car! Please, stop the car! Waa..." She ran, shouted, and

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

car, Abel glanced back and whispered, "Mr. Gilbert, Mrs.

Was that so?

saw Sherilyn lying in the

a moment, then said grimly, "It's just a fall. She's not that fragile. What could happen? Drive faster!

the car speed away, the light

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

moment, the pain was intense, piercing to

her eyes, her tears mingling with

the couch without even bothering to change her wet

pulled out her phone. She didn't scroll through her contacts

dialing, she hit the call