Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Gilbert!" Caroline broke free from Charles' grip and dashed towards Gilbert, falling to her knees before him. Her brows furrowed deeply, her face pale as if drained of blood, "How are you? Where are you hurt?"

Just as she saw Gilbert moving his hand away from the back of his head, she grabbed it, "Let me see!"

To her horror, her eyes met with a shocking red.

"Did you hit your head?"

Without waiting for his answer, she turned to Charles, her voice sharp, "Get the car! We need to go to the hospital, now!" Turning back, she supported Gilbert's arm, "Can you move? Can you stand?"

"I can."

With a bit of effort, Gilbert rose to his feet.

Allen and Abel also came over, both sporting injuries, but they could move fairly well.

Charles had already brought the car around, and Caroline, linking her arm with Gilbert's, urged, "Get in the car!"

"Alright."

As Gilbert bent to get into the car, he stopped Caroline from following, "Caroline, you don't need to come with me. I'm not going to the hospital." "What?" Caroline, taken aback, failed to grasp his meaning, "With injuries like these, you're not going to the hospital?"

Then it hit her; before the accident, he had mentioned something urgent he had to attend to.

Caroline stamped her foot anxiously, "Don't tell me you still have something you need to do!"

"Yes," Gilbert nodded affirmatively.

the car, knowing

Charles, "I'm pressed for time. Arrange another car to ensure

"Rest assured, Mr. Gilbert."

car door, "No matter where you plan to go, you're not going! You must go to the hospital, right this instant!" She stared at Gilbert, her eyes brimming with

short on time, glanced at

the cue, Charles

go!" Caroline, forced to step back, struggled, but Charles wouldn't

"Drive!"

could do was watch

"Ms. Bennett, I apologize for the offense." "You!" Caroline glared at Charles with a mix of anger and frustration, "Tell me, where is he going?" Charles shook his

"Don't inquire?"

speculation, Caroline guessed, "He wouldn't be going to

That was it, then!

willing

...

clock on the wall slowly struck

phone only to find it

seemed Gilbert wouldn't

softly, hoping Jenna would have a

disappointment would be

up tomorrow morning would

shouldn't have made promises to