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

forehead, trying to suppress his anger, "How

But the attending doctor thinks she's

preparations

starting to

"Alright, I got it!"

Johnson," the agent asked

was noncommittal, simply stating, "I'll get in

he

immediately tried calling Francis Johnson. But just like the agent said, he couldn't get through to his

What was going on?

work yet, and today wasn't a day he was due for a check-up. Shouldn't he be at home at

he called the Johnson

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother

the afternoon

"No."

hanging up, Gilbert's brows furrowed deeply, his mind filled

left together in the afternoon? For such a long time,

he wanted to doubt Francis, but ever since he

and went back to

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

want to disrupt this pleasant