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.

Abel, who promptly got into the car, knowing they were to accompany Mr. Gilbert wherever

pressed for time. Arrange another

"Rest assured, Mr. Gilbert."

must go to the hospital, right this instant!" She stared at Gilbert, her eyes brimming with tears, her body

time,

cue, Charles

Caroline, forced to step back,

"Drive!"

watch helplessly as the car drove

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

"Don't inquire?"

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

That was it, then!

Sherilyn, was he willing

...

on the

her phone only to find

wouldn't

sigh softly, hoping Jenna would

the disappointment

waking up tomorrow morning would likely bring

felt a bit resentful; Gilbert shouldn't have made promises to Jenna, knowing well how deepa child's disappointment can