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 and

away,

At that moment, Sherilyn found an unknown strength, pushed past

the car! Waa..."

fast, the air rushing into her lungs, sharp as needles. But the car only got farther away until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn's foot

and whispered, "Mr. Gilbert, Mrs.

Was that so?

glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn lying in

said grimly, "It's just a fall. She's not that fragile. What could happen? Drive faster! I don't want her catching up and causing more

car speed away, the light

stretched out her arms, struggling to rise from the ground. Her fair arms and palms

pain was intense, piercing to

her eyes, her tears mingling with the

Manor, Sherilyn was mentally and physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to change her wet clothes. What other paths

didn't scroll through her contacts but

hit the call