Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 962

Gilbert rose and quickly entered the bathroom, returning with a damp towel in his hand, gently wiping her face.

But her tears wouldn't stop.

"Sherilyn," Gilbert's voice was thick with emotion, from his heart to his nose, "please, no more tears. You're going to hurt your eyes."

"How can I not cry?"

Sherilyn shook her head, "Jenna is still so young, she just had surgery..."

Suddenly, she looked up, glaring at him fiercely.

"It's you! It's all your fault! Why did you have to be Jenna's father? You weren't there when she was born, you haven't raised her! And yet, because of you, she has to suffer like this!" "It's my fault." Gilbert hung his head, offering no defense. "I've let you and Jenna down..."

"What good does sorry do?"

Sherilyn reached up, grabbing his shirt, her eyes burning with anger, "Give me back my Jenna! Give her back to me! Oh..."

Feeling weak, her vision began to darken, her strength fading.

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert, realizing she was fainting, quickly caught her, "Calm down! Lie down, rest for a bit!"

Saying so, he helped her to lay down.

Sherilyn's head was spinning, so she simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at him.

Gilbert gazed down at her pale face, clenching his fists in silence...

Time ticked by slowly.

every second

blanket for Sherilyn, not wanting

"Where are you going?"

moved, Sherilyn opened her eyes, her gaze bright, "Is there news

his head helplessly, "I'm getting you a

Sherilyn seemed not to understand, staring at him blankly, "Why are

so, she sat

towards the door, "Don't

"Sherilyn?"

a short time, Sherilyn

couldn't let her go on

back of her neck. Sherilyn's eyes glazed over, her eyelids drooping, and she slumped

tucking her in. Holding her hand, he stared at her pale face for a moment before

that moment, he couldn't

he was afraid

not only would

His phone suddenly rang.

It was Charles.

answered almost instantly,

Suve it!

car that took Jenna was using a fake plate,

"!"

turned ashen, his jaw clenched

every one if

Charles said,

needle in a haystack, the chances