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;

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

not sure yet. But the attending doctor thinks she's

preparations and rushing to wrap

was starting to show the

"Alright, I got it!"

agent asked

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

he hung

like the agent said,

What was going on?

today wasn't a day he was due for a check-up. Shouldn't he be at

he called the

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my

in the afternoon with Sawyer. Mr.

"No."

Gilbert's brows furrowed deeply, his mind

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

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

Gilbert turned and went back to the

the big screen, laughing along with the rest of the audience at the

didn't want to disrupt this pleasant moment, but he had