Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 282

When Daphne walked in looking as pale as a ghost, everyone in the room knew something was wrong. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”

“Yeah.”

Daphne nodded, her expression growing more worried. “Sherilyn’s got a nasty case of food poisoning. It looks pretty bad. I’m not sure if the meds will do the trick.”

If the medication doesn’t work, with the storm raging outside, getting her to a hospital would be a nightmare.

“Don’t worry too much, young folks bounce back quick…”

Mrs. Brooks was trying to lighten the mood when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and couldn’t help but let out a half–laugh, half–sigh.

Sliding to answer, she teased, “My little troublemaker, do you even know what time it is? Should I be calling your mom?”

“Sorry, sorry, my bad.”

On the other end was Derek.

Derek was in Vancouver, calling for afavor from his mom. “Mom, could you check something in the study for me…”

“Can’t help you there.” Mrs. Brooks cut in, “I’m not home. I’m with Ms. Hansen at Ironforge.”

“Oh, gotcha. I’ll call Dad then…”

“Son!”

Just as she was about to hang up, Mrs. Brooks stopped him, “Oh, just to let you know,. Sherilyn’s sick with food poisoning and has really bad stomach cramps. Gilbert should probably be told, right?”

This…

hearing that, Derek figured that little tidbit

knows or not, he can’t exactly fly to Ironforge, can he? The roads are closed. Anyway,

a moment before dialing

“Hello?”

voice came through, “What’s up calling me in the middle of the

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“Well…”

hesitated but decided to be upfront,

bored or something? You

she’s got food poisoning, severe stomach cramps?” Derek pressed, annoyed, “Could

“What?”

Gilbert’s voice vanished, replaced

Derek said, “My mom’s there to see Ms. Hansen’s show, she

meant it

his covers and jumped out of

I hang up, I’ll call Edgar too. Can’t play favorites,

ends up winning Sherilyn’s heart, that was

teeth,

Gilbert quickly changed

need you to come to the Johnson Mansion. Bring your

“Understood, Mr. Gilbert.”

realized driving there was out of the question. Luckily, he and Charles knew how

brother Francis had