Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1107

Caroline studied Sherilyn with a smug, challenging look.

"By the looks of it, Gilbert hasn't mentioned a thing to you, has he? I wonder why that is?"

In this moment, Sherilyn found herself utterly cornered.

It was as if she were tied up, unable to defend herself from Caroline's verbal assault.

"Because, you see, he protects me," Caroline continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Even though he knows what I've done, he can't bring himself to do anything about it."

Her words were like whips, each one landing with a sharp sting on Sherilyn's heart.

"You might have his presence," Caroline pressed on, her gaze unwavering, "but I'll always have a place in his heart. You'll never have all of him."

Sherilyn chuckled softly, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "Caroline, your selfishness is astounding... If you can't have something, you'd rather destroy it."

Caroline's words were true, but Sherilyn could see through her intentions. She was trying to drive a wedge between them.

"Exactly! That's just who I am! You think you can be happy together? Think again!" Caroline admitted without hesitation, her chin lifted defiantly, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

"I want to make sure you carry this burden forever, Sherilyn. You'll never be truly happy, ever!"

Her words delivered, Caroline took one last look at Sherilyn's ashen face, satisfied that she had achieved her goal.

wheeling herself out of

spot, eyes closed tightly, trying to

doorway, Caroline bumped into

in confusion. "What are you doing

just came to see Sherilyn," Caroline replied, her voice deceptively sweet. "I'm heading to Quinland this week,

caretaker arrived to

"Josie, let's go."

"Sure thing."

baffled. What exactly

approached, pointing towards the side room, "Ms. Bennett was in there speaking with Ms. Gomez. Ms. Gomez is

"Alright."

nodded, a sense of unease creeping over him as he headed to the

room.

Sherilyn remained as she

sank at the sight of her. Her face was pale, devoid of

though seemingly fixed on him, were vacant, as if she

he repeated, anxiety tightening his throat as he reached for

to find her hands

you cold?" Gilbert wrapped her

"Is

AC too high? I'll