Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Over there, the response came swiftly.

"Mr. Johnson, we tried reaching Mr. Francis, but no luck!"

How could that be? Gilbert hesitated, glancing at the people around him.

Leaning close to Sherilyn, he whispered, "Sherilyn, I need to step out for a call."

Sherilyn gave him a curious look, clearly puzzled by the situation, but she didn't ask any questions, simply nodding instead.

"Sure, go ahead."

Gilbert stood up and stepped outside, dialing a number.

The call was picked up quickly.

It was Caroline's agent, "Mr. Johnson."

Gilbert didn't beat around the bush, "What's going on?"

The agent relayed the news, "Caroline just fainted on set!"

Gilbert's brows furrowed in concern, irritation lacing his voice, "Call an ambulance! Why are you calling me?? Do I look like a doctor?"

"Mr. Johnson, don't worry, we're on our way in an ambulance!"

this matter is quite important; shouldn't we inform you and Mr.

massaged his forehead, trying to suppress his anger, "How

sure yet. But the

juggling wedding preparations and rushing to

starting

"Alright, I got it!"

agent asked softly, "You'll come over,

stating, "I'll

he

But just like the agent said, he couldn't

What was going on?

was puzzled. Francis wasn't back at work yet, and today wasn't a day he was due

he called

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

my

in the afternoon with Sawyer.

"No."

Gilbert's brows furrowed

and Sawyer had left together in the afternoon? For such a long

doubt Francis, but ever since he had woken up, there had been too many

Gilbert turned and

seat, intently watching the big screen, laughing along with the rest of

pleasant