Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Where's the watch? Hand it over!"

"Hmph."

With a scoff, the man reached into his coat pocket and, in a swift motion, drew out a switchblade, plunging it towards Edgar!

Then, he pushed Edgar to the ground with force and took off!

"Edgar!" Sherilyn arrived just in time to witness the scene.

Her face turned pale in an instant, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground beside Edgar. "Edgar! Where are you hurt?"

"It's nothing..."

Supporting his arm, Edgar looked towards Sherilyn, whose face was ashen, and gave her a weak smile. "Don't worry, it's just my arm. It's nothing serious." Nothing serious?

Blood was seeping through his fingers where he clutched his arm. How could this be 'nothing serious'?

"We need to get to the hospital now!" Sherilyn helped Edgar to his feet. "Come on, we have to go now!"

"Okay..." Edgar nodded, apologizing. "I'm sorry I couldn't get your watch back for you."

"At a time like this, you're worried about the watch?"

Sherilyn shook her head in disapproval. If she had known chasing after a watch would get Edgar hurt, she would have never pursued it.

car's here,

"Alright."

...

to the theater, Gilbert received a call

be there

here on time, but Ms. Sherilyn is nowhere to be found. Also, her

Gilbert's brow furrowed. "Okay, I got

"Alright."

Gilbert immediately

as David had said, there was no

and this time,

"Hello?"

"I'm almost at the theater.

"I'm not

feeling, "Then where did

"I'm at the hospital."

the truth and

on my

up, Gilbert's face darkened with

again. When will this

At the hospital.

Gilbert arrived, he found Sherilyn supporting Edgar as they sat on a

visit had revealed that Edgar's arm was in worse condition than they thought. The stab was deep, and there was concern about nerve damage, necessitating surgery. They were now waiting for