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!"

"But I thought, this matter is quite important; shouldn't we inform

to suppress

sure yet. But the attending doctor

Caroline had been juggling wedding preparations and rushing to wrap up her

body was starting

"Alright, I got it!"

the agent asked

"I'll get

that, he

Francis Johnson. But just like the agent said, he couldn't get

What was going on?

a day he was due for a check-up. Shouldn't he be at home at this

called

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

my brother at

he left in the afternoon with

"No."

Gilbert's brows furrowed deeply, his mind filled

For such a long time, what were they

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

his phone, Gilbert turned and went back

seat, intently watching the big screen, laughing along with the rest of the audience at the movie.

this pleasant