Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert frowned. "Then go find her! Why are you asking me for help?"

"I've tried, okay? Her agent and assistant have no clue where she is! Her phone's off, and she's not at her place. Mr. Gilbert, I'm at my wit's end here!" Gilbert massaged his temples, "Alright, I got it. Wait for my call."

"Sure thing, Mr. Gilbert."

After hanging up, Gilbert immediately dialed Francis Johnson.

He laid out the situation, "Bro, any idea where Caroline might be?"

He figured Caroline must've had another spat with Francis and decided to lay low for a bit.

However, Francis was clueless. "She's unreachable?"

"Bro!" Gilbert was taken aback, "She is your fiancée, and you're asking me?"

Francis let out a barely audible sigh, "I'm on it. I'll handle it."

Right away, Francis turned to Sawyer. "Can you check where Caroline flew off to?"

"Right away, Mr. Francis."

Sawyer quickly dug up Caroline's flight details and reported back to Francis. "Mr. Francis, Ms. Bennett has flown to Switzerland."

Around the same time, Francis received a message from Caroline.

[Francis, I can't fathom how things spiraled out of control.

I said last time. I shouldn't have

think about me? My love, suddenly you have a child. What

right. I just can't deal with it.

me. I need some time alone

again, inquiring about Caroline, "Bro, any news

"Yes."

relayed Caroline's message, sharing it with

at a loss for words. "Bro, what are you planning

were just going to

plan? It's always been up to her. Whether we got married or broke up, it was her call."

he had no

to handling matters

same mind-go along wet

two

be.

her

"Let her be."

again,

let her. If

the

always open

...

Late at night.

Southern District Sanatorium.