Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 691

Gilbert's eyes narrowed sharply, a mix of shock and anger flashing through them, but he found himself at a loss for words.

After a brief stare-down, Edgar, carrying Sherilyn in his arms, sidestepped Gilbert and dashed towards the ambulance.

Gilbert didn't hesitate; he was right on Edgar's heels in an instant.

"Doctor!"

As they arrived at the ambulance, Edgar gently laid Sherilyn down, and immediately, paramedics pulled out a stretcher, hooked her up to an oxygen mask, and started an IV. "How is she?"

Edgar and Gilbert stood side by side, their gazes fixated on Sherilyn, who lay with her eyes tightly shut. Their hearts were in their throats as they asked with trepidation. "Carbon monoxide poisoning. The oxygen mask isn't enough! Plus, the patient's in a coma and shock; we need to treat to prevent brain swelling! We're heading to the hospital now!" "Alright!"

"Alright!"

Edgar and Gilbert's expressions hardened, and they nodded in unison, their voices overlapping.

Sherilyn was quickly loaded into the ambulance, and both Edgar and Gilbert climbed in after her.

Sitting opposite each other, neither man looked at the other; their focus was solely on Sherilyn lying between them.

In the silent ambulance, the air was thick with worry and tension, as if a battle was about to commence.

Upon reaching the hospital.

was rushed into the emergency room

shut behind them, they could hear

her into the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, stat! Start a mannitol

Edgar finally looked directly at each other-like two rivals whose shared animosity was unmistakable. Their gaze was filled with unspoken hostility and a touch

tightened, a storm brewing beneath his features. He managed a strained smile towards Edgar. "Edgar,

"Huh?"

eyebrow, a trace of sarcasm

talking about? I didn't do anything worth your thanks,

frowned, puzzled by Edgar's

his irritation, "You saved Sherilyn,

a smirk on his lips. "And

me? Last I checked,

just another one of her suitors, aren't you? Doesn't seem quite right for you to

tone was calm, but every word was a dagger to

fragile peace between

rivalry were palpable,

voice, "At least I have the freedom to pursue her. Can you say the

with disdain:

aback,