Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn lay sprawled on the floor, consciousness hanging by a thread, her body devoid of strength, unable to speak or move.

Lost in thought, she noticed someone coming in. It was the cleaning lady.

"Huh? The lights are on?"

The cleaning lady entered the living room.

She had left her phone behind earlier and had come back to retrieve it, only to find Sherilyn on the ground.

"Ms. Gomez?" The cleaning lady paused, then quickly realized something was wrong.

She hurried over, shouting, "Ms. Gomez!"

Crouching down, she lifted Sherilyn, her face pale and eyes shut tight, panic setting in, "Ms. Gomez, what's wrong? Ms. Gomez, wake up!"

What to do now? Especially with Mr. Gilbert not home!

Right, call the ambulance! And she needed to alert the security guard so they could let the ambulance in!

It was just past five in the morning when Gilbert left the Platinum Pearl Club.

Driving back to Golden Oak Manor, reeking of booze, planning to shower, change, and maybe catch some sleep.

As he passed the community gate, the security guard gave him a look, "Mr. Gilbert, you're back?"

Gilbert nodded, not paying

be helpful, added, "Mr. Gilbert,

paused, his gaze sharpening, "What do you mean? What happened

rolled his eyes. Gilbert always referred to Ms. Gomez as his wife, yet she corrected him every

quickly said, "Your wife was

Gilbert was already informed and had headed straight

darkened. "Which

was taken aback. He really didn't

which hospital was my wife taken to!" Gilbert demanded, his handsome face clouded with anger and

"Ironforge General..."

Gilbert's car made a sharp U-turn,

At the hospital.

just woken up and

"Dr. Neil, it's me."

who had prescribed her

events of the previous night, "...that's what happened. I'm

other end, Dr. Neil

reaction was quite severe. If you don't conceive this

medication."

silent for a moment, then replied, "We'll see, thank you, Dr.

Sherilyn held her phone,

you want something, the harder

voices could be