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!"

not to hear, closing the door and

the car started to pull away, Sherilyn, wide-eyed, saw

At that moment, Sherilyn found an unknown strength, pushed past Allen, who was blocking her, and chased

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

lungs, sharp as needles. But the car only got farther away until finally, as

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

Was that so?

in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn lying in the rain, thoroughly soaked,

moment, then said grimly, "It's just a fall. She's not that fragile. What could

car speed away, the light

the ground. Her fair arms and palms were all scraped and bleeding,

pain was intense,

eyes, her tears

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

phone. She didn't scroll through her contacts but dialed a number she knew

she hit the call