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!"

I thought, this matter is quite important; shouldn't we inform you and Mr. Francis

to suppress his anger, "How

yet. But the attending doctor thinks she's just

Caroline had been juggling wedding preparations and

was starting to show the

"Alright, I got it!"

asked softly, "You'll

was noncommittal, simply stating, "I'll

that, he hung

Francis Johnson. But just like the agent said, he

What was going on?

at work yet, and today wasn't a day he was due for

he called the Johnson

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother at

Francis? No, he left in the afternoon with Sawyer. Mr. Gilbert, is

"No."

brows furrowed deeply, his mind filled

together in the afternoon? For such a long time, what were they up

to doubt Francis, but ever since

and

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

disrupt this pleasant moment,