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!"

jittery, "But I thought, this matter is quite important; shouldn't we inform you

forehead, trying to suppress his anger,

the

had been juggling wedding preparations and rushing to wrap up her

was starting

"Alright, I got it!"

asked softly, "You'll come

was noncommittal, simply stating, "I'll get in touch with my

that, he hung

Johnson. But just like the agent said,

What was going on?

back at work yet, and today wasn't a day he

called the

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother at

in the afternoon with Sawyer.

"No."

Gilbert's brows furrowed deeply, his mind

the afternoon? For such a long time, what

he wanted to doubt Francis, but ever since he had

Gilbert turned and went

in her seat, intently watching the big screen, laughing along with the rest of the audience at the movie.

disrupt this pleasant moment, but