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 know it

was a mess, "I'm worried Rebecca might

would you

situation, "Wasn't she taken in by her grandfather? How could she be in

Sherilyn frowned, questioning.

me from a hidden number? And her

she crying?

her head, "but

a household servant, carried an unnerving mix

was right after this voice that

end the call? Or was it that

some kind of

this hidden number. Can you

she spoke,

as casual as if she

was smirking, his

"Sherilyn, you're becoming pretty bold

Content

awkward. "I mean, if it's not too much

"How could I not?"

Gilbert smile

as he leaned in

whispering, "In front

guy ever say