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.

the emergency room by the

them, they could hear the

chamber, stat! Start a mannitol drip! Get

whose shared animosity was

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

"Huh?"

raised an eyebrow, a trace

his head, "Gilbert, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything worth your

puzzled by Edgar's

his irritation, "You

a smirk on his lips. "And why exactly are

I checked,

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

every word was a

an instant, the fragile peace

and rivalry were palpable, ready

eyes, a chilly tone in his voice, "At least I have the freedom to pursue her.

heavy with disdain: "Kid, does

aback, his handsome face