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.

but

"But you know

Sherilyn's mind was a mess, "I'm worried Rebecca

you

in by her grandfather? How could she be in danger at

Sherilyn frowned, questioning.

from a hidden number? And her voice... it

she crying? Asking for

Sherilyn shook her

household servant, carried an unnerving mix of threat and

voice that the call was

the call? Or was it that

in some kind of

lead I have is this hidden number. Can you help me check it

she spoke,

him for granted? Her tone was as casual as if she was asking him to fetch her

was smirking, his

as he said, "Sherilyn, you're becoming pretty bold with

Content

if it's

"How could I not?"

Gilbert smile

as he leaned in

eyebrow, his whispering,

guy ever