Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 763

Sherilyn instinctively reached out to steady the woman. However, the impact was too strong, causing both of them to fall to the ground. Sherilyn even served as a cushion, taking the brunt of the impact.

"I'm so sorry..." the woman stammered as she tried to scramble to her feet. Sherilyn waved off the apology, but before she could say anything, Galen had returned. He lifted the woman as easily as if she were a feather, his focus immediately on Sherilyn. "Sis, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Sherilyn replied, shaking her head as she got up. Her palm was scraped, stinging sharply, with tiny beads of blood appearing. Galen's anger flared instantly as he glared at the woman. "Watch where you're going! You ran right into her!" His sister had a condition; she couldn't afford to be injured.

"Ah!" The woman, frightened, raised her arms to protect her head, trembling as she muttered, "I'm so sorry..."

"What good does sorry do? If my sister was-"

"Let it go!" Sherilyn interjected, seeing the woman shaking in fear. "It's just a small scrape..."

The crowd around them was swelling, people pushing closer.

"Let me go..." the woman suddenly struggled, "Let me go!"

"You hurt someone and think you can just leave?" Galen refused to let go.

frowned, realizing those people were likely after the woman. "Galen, let her

"Sis?"

could discover them at

her. The woman paused, looked up at Sherilyn with

she turned and darted into the

"Where did she go?"

ran

"Spread out and search!"

hoped she wouldn't be caught. They were strangers, she didn't know her story. Yet, the woman's desperate

concern evident. "You're bleeding

that

Live

do until it heals

a time like this?" Galen frowned in frustration, almost stomping his foot. "What's with you?

she looked up at him. "Actually, I'm not the one who's sick. The one with the condition isn't me." "Huh?" Galen froze, confused. "Sis, what do you

what was all the fuss

you a picture." Sherilyn pulled out her phone and opened the gallery never had much hope for a successful match, so