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…

Derek figured that little tidbit might be

just mentioning it. Whether he knows or not, he can’t exactly fly to Ironforge, can he? The roads are closed. Anyway, call

for a

“Hello?”

voice came through, “What’s up calling

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09:461

“Well…”

to be upfront, “Sherilyn’s currently at

“You bored or something? You think I don’t know

got food poisoning, severe stomach cramps?” Derek pressed, annoyed, “Could you just

“What?”

casual tone in Gilbert’s voice vanished, replaced by concern, “She’s

there to see Ms.

meant it was

threw off his covers and jumped

call Edgar too. Can’t play favorites, right?”

winning Sherilyn’s heart, that was up to them.

his teeth,

Gilbert quickly

the Johnson Mansion. Bring your pilot’s

“Understood, Mr. Gilbert.”

of the question. Luckily, he and Charles knew how to fly a

his brother Francis