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?"

nodded, not

be helpful, added, "Mr. Gilbert, is Ms. Gomez alright? No

"What do you mean?

Gomez as his wife, yet she corrected him every time.... Were they

clarify, quickly said, "Your wife was taken to the hospital last

thought Gilbert was already informed and had headed straight

expression darkened. "Which

taken aback. He really didn't

taken to!"

"Ironforge General..."

made a sharp U-turn, sparks flying

At the hospital.

up

"Dr. Neil, it's me."

Neil was the one who had prescribed

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

end, Dr. Neil

period. The reaction was quite severe. If you don't conceive this time,

medication."

silent for a moment, then

up, Sherilyn held her phone,

something, the harder it seems

voices could