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!"

agent sounded jittery, "But I thought, this matter is quite important; shouldn't

trying to suppress his anger, "How is Caroline

But the attending

juggling wedding preparations and rushing to

body was starting to

"Alright, I got it!"

the agent asked softly,

was noncommittal, simply stating, "I'll get

that, he

immediately tried calling Francis Johnson. But just like the agent said, he

What was going on?

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

called the

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my

the afternoon with

"No."

up, Gilbert's brows furrowed deeply, his mind

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

he wanted to doubt Francis, but ever since he

his phone, Gilbert turned and went back to the

the big screen, laughing along with the rest of the

pleasant moment, but he had no