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!"

seemed not to hear, closing the door and instructing the driver,

away, Sherilyn, wide-eyed, saw it

unknown strength, pushed past Allen, who was blocking her, and

Please, stop the car! Waa..."

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 in

and whispered,

Was that so?

in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn

She's not that fragile. What

away, the light in

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

pain was intense, piercing to the

tears mingling

mentally and physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to change her wet clothes. What other paths did she have? Who else could help

out her phone. She didn't scroll through her contacts but dialed

she hit