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; shouldn't

forehead, trying to suppress his anger,

the attending

juggling wedding preparations and rushing

starting to

"Alright, I got it!"

Johnson," the agent asked softly, "You'll come over,

simply stating, "I'll get in touch with

he hung

tried calling Francis Johnson. But just like the agent

What was going on?

wasn't a day he was due for a

he called the

Cara answered, "Mr. Gilbert."

is my brother at

in the afternoon

"No."

Gilbert's brows furrowed

and Sawyer had left together in the afternoon? For such

doubt Francis, but ever since he had

his phone, Gilbert turned and went back

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

want to disrupt this pleasant moment, but