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;

trying to suppress his anger, "How is Caroline

But the attending

Caroline had been juggling wedding preparations and rushing to wrap up

body was starting to

"Alright, I got it!"

asked

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

he hung

the agent said,

What was going on?

was puzzled. Francis wasn't back at work yet, and today wasn't a day he was due for a check-up. Shouldn't

he called

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother

afternoon with Sawyer. Mr. Gilbert, is something

"No."

furrowed deeply, his mind

For such a long

ever since he had woken up, there had been too many

his phone, Gilbert turned and went back to

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

to disrupt this pleasant moment, but he had