Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 839

**Beep beep beep!**

A car approached from the left, and Sherilyn remained completely unaware.

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert felt his scalp tighten, his eyes wide with panic. Before Sherilyn could process what was happening, she was pulled back by a firm grip around her waist. Gilbert had lunged forward, drawing her back with him. As they collided with the brick wall of the yard, Gilbert's hand shielded her back.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" the driver yelled from inside the car, his voice full of frustration, before speeding away.

Gilbert looked down at Sherilyn, still shaken and his heart pounding, but he spoke gently to reassure her. "It's okay, it's all right now!"

Sherilyn, however, seemed completely oblivious to the near accident. She pulled away from him and rushed to the gate. "She went in there!"

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert, his brow furrowed, picked up the umbrella Sherilyn had dropped and hurried after her, holding it over her. "It's pouring out here, and you're soaked. Let's go back to the hospital, okay?"

He reached out to hold her arm.

"Let go of me!"

Sherilyn suddenly broke free, looking up at him with eyes rimmed in red. "Does the rain matter? Do I getting wet matter?"

Her face was a blend of rain and tears, indistinguishable from each other. "I've been following her all afternoon! She visited Yuna, went to the supermarket... why won't she go see Galen? Why?" Gilbert was momentarily stunned, then he understood.

was trying to follow Malvina to find

"I'm not leaving!"

shook her head stubbornly, her emotions teetering on the edge of breaking. "I'll wait here! She can't avoid seeing Galen

ached for her. Holding the umbrella with one hand, he gently cradled the back of her head with the other, pulling her into his embrace. "You don't

up at him,

"Yes."

the same way you do. Trust me,

phone ringing interrupted

it might be news

"Sherilyn, just a moment..."

her to check his

close, Sherilyn noticed the

audible scoff, her gaze

"Gilbert, we're

canceled the call, and reached out

umbrella against the

darkened as his phone rang

it was

"Hello? Speak!"

we've

brows furrowed at the

Ivy Hollow. We're still verifying the exact

Ivy Hollow?