Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 373

The moment Gilbert realized what was happening, his nerves went taut, and he felt like his soul was about to leave his body. Sherilyn was inside!

He dropped his hockey stick and sprinted towards the changing rooms.

“Gilbert…”

Yates barely had time to call out; Gilbert was already a blur, moving faster than a shadow.

Chaos reigned near the changing rooms.

“What’s going on?”

“There’s a gas leak in the changing room, and some idiot lit a cigarette!”

And just like that, disaster struck.

The changing room was obliterated, its doorframe blown off, and the glass walls shattered into a million pieces.

Clouds of smoke billowed, lit by the tongues of fire within.

Sherilyn…

Sherilyn was in there!

With a face pale as death, Gilbert pushed through the crowd, desperate to get inside.

“Gilbert!”

Yates, arriving breathlessly, grabbed him, “What are you doing? You can’t… you can’t go in there!”

“Let go!”

eyes burned with fury.

“Sherilyn’s in there!”

“And?!”

his voice, “Since when did you become so reckless? What’s going in there going to do?

“Look! What’s that?”

that… a person?”

even tell

sense of dread washing over

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tensed, his gaze fixed fiercely on Yates, “Are you going to let

Yates, momentarily cowed by his glare, loto.

a familiar figure

shot out, pulling Gilbert

furious, “What the hell…”

just urgently pointed, “Sherilyn,

?

his sharp

crowd, a good distance away, there was Sherilyn, holding an ice cream cone, craning her neck

seeing

in her voice,

been called, but these things take

“Mhm.”

of fire truck sirens grew closer.

“They’re here!”

department

crowd, “Please, everyone, make way and don’t hinder the

back with the crowd.

“Sherilyn!”

someone calling

she saw Gilbert, in his sports gear, struggling to make his way through the crowd