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!"

is quite important; shouldn't we inform you

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

yet. But the attending doctor thinks she's just

juggling wedding preparations and rushing to wrap up

body was starting to

"Alright, I got it!"

asked softly, "You'll come over,

simply stating, "I'll get in

he hung

calling Francis Johnson. But just like the agent

What was going on?

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

called the Johnson

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother

the afternoon with Sawyer. Mr.

"No."

brows furrowed deeply, his

had left together in the afternoon? For such a long

Francis, but ever since he had woken up, there had been too

phone, Gilbert turned and

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

to disrupt this pleasant moment, but

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