Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Rebecca?" Sherilyn's voice was a mix of shock and delight.

Ever since Rebecca White got discharged from the hospital, Sherilyn hadn't seen her, "How have you been? Are your eyes..."

Before she could finish, another voice interrupted from the other end of the call.

"Ms. White, what are you doing?"

"Ah..."

Rebecca let out a soft gasp, too hurried to say anything more before the call abruptly ended.

"Rebecca? Rebecca?"

Sherilyn was bewildered. Why did Rebecca call if she wasn't going to say anything?

The entire ordeal lasted less than ten seconds!

Phone still in hand, Sherilyn's brows furrowed in concern.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert, indifferent to Rebecca's situation, hated seeing Sherilyn upset.

"Something wrong with your friend?"

Sherilyn looked up, the worry evident on her face.

Perhaps it was because Gilbert was the only one around, or maybe it was because he had been pretty decent to her lately, but subconsciously, she felt he was someone she could trust. Without overthinking, she blurted out, "Can you trace a blocked number?"

She handed him her phone, showing the call log.

me, but

it, "But you

was

you think

basics about Rebecca's situation, "Wasn't she taken in by her grandfather? How

Sherilyn frowned, questioning.

would she call me from a hidden number?

she crying?

not that," Sherilyn shook her head, "but she seemed

perhaps a household servant, carried an unnerving mix of threat

was right after this voice that the call was hastily

the call? Or was it

Rebecca in some kind of

this hidden number. Can you help me check

she spoke, Sherilyn suddenly

as if she was asking him to fetch her a

was smirking, his

you're becoming

Content

if it's not too

"How could I not?"

Gilbert smile

as he leaned in

eyebrow, his whispering, "In front

a guy ever