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 taken it out on

did you ever stop to think about me? My love, suddenly you have a

just can't deal with it. Let's call it

me. I need some time

inquiring about Caroline, "Bro, any news from

"Yes."

message, sharing it with

for words. "Bro,

were just going to break

to her. Whether we got married or broke up, it was her

speechless; he had

to

same mind-go along wet wishes, whatever they

the two

be.

her

"Let her be."

again, "If

let her. If she

the

are always open

...

Late at night.

Southern District Sanatorium.