Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 296

“Mr. Gilbert…” Charles frowned, a trace of concern in his voice. “Was that a gunshot?”

Yes!

Gilbert nodded sharply. The sound had come from backstage. This was bad–Sherilyn was back there!

Without hesitation, he swung open the door of their private box.

“Mr. Gilbert!”

Charles was right on his heels.

In just a minute or two, the theater had descended into chaos. Faces painted with horror, people were rushing toward the exits!

“Everybody, stay calm!”

“Please, everyone, remain calm!”

Theater security was doing their best to maintain order, but the situation was spiraling out

of control.

In the midst of the turmoil, a stampede had already started!

Amidst the chaos, Gilbert was pushing his way inward.

“Mr. Gilbert!” Charles grabbed him. “Where are you going?”

“What do you think?” Gilbert shot him a look. “Sherilyn’s in there!”

Saying so, he moved to go deeper in.

“Mr. Gilbert!” But Charles held him back, shaking his head insistently. “No! It’s chaos up ahead–it could be a riot for all we know!”

in Crestwood, though not a daily

“So what?”

eyebrow, as if asking if Charles was really unaware.

why I need to go

“Mr. Gilbert…”

in this! Someone needs to be outside to coordinate! You wait

“Mr. Gilbert!”

but Gilbert was

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him what else could he do?

Gilbert’s orders.

making it backstage wasn’t going to

current, all moving towards the exits, making his journey

me, pardon me!”

the wrong way! Why are you heading in?”

to get

“Excuse me, please!”

his

Bang!

another shot

“Nobody run!”

you hear me?!”

didn’t heed the

more shots

scene was beyond chaotic!

glanced ahead; the theater’s main entrance was now under control. He frowned, wondering: Did Charles

against the flow of

through the main hall and slipping out a side door, the sudden silence