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!"

Gilbert seemed not to hear, closing the door

started to pull away, Sherilyn, wide-eyed,

an unknown strength, pushed past

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

her lungs, sharp as needles. But the car only got farther away until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn's foot slipped, and she fell hard on the ground. "Ah..." Sherilyn cried out

Abel glanced back and whispered, "Mr. Gilbert,

Was that so?

in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn lying in the

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

speed away, the

ground. Her fair

was intense, piercing to the

closed her eyes, her tears mingling with

Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn was mentally and physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to

didn't scroll through her

hit the