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!"

quite important; shouldn't we inform you

forehead, trying to suppress his

the attending

been juggling wedding preparations and rushing to wrap up

starting

"Alright, I got it!"

asked softly,

stating, "I'll get in

he hung

calling Francis Johnson. But just like the

What was going on?

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

called

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother

in the afternoon with Sawyer.

"No."

Gilbert's brows furrowed

the afternoon? For such a long time, what were

he wanted to doubt Francis, but ever since he had woken up,

his phone, Gilbert turned and went back to

watching the big screen, laughing along

this pleasant moment, but he had