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

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

not sure yet. But the attending

wedding preparations and rushing

body was starting

"Alright, I got it!"

Johnson," the agent asked softly,

stating, "I'll

he

the agent said, he couldn't get through to

What was going on?

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

he called the

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

my brother

the afternoon with Sawyer. Mr.

"No."

furrowed deeply, his mind filled

in the afternoon? For such a long time, what

since

and went

big screen, laughing along with the rest of

this pleasant moment, but he had no