Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1112

"She's gone," Charles said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Gilbert furrowed his brow and turned back inside.

He had spent the entire night outside Sherilyn's door, and in his haste that morning, he hadn't had time to freshen up or change his clothes.

Charles, realizing this belatedly, thought to himself, no wonder Mr. Gilbert doesn't look well. Did he have a fight with Sherilyn?

When Gilbert finally came downstairs, looking more put together, he nodded at Charles, signaling him to speak.

"You called earlier. What's up?" Gilbert asked.

"Yes," Charles nodded, pulling out his phone. "There's news from Crestwood."

He continued, "They said it's been years, and since Sherilyn is a foreigner, it's been tricky to track things down."

"But they did find some information," Charles added, sending the details to Gilbert's phone.

Gilbert stared at his phone, his face a mask of worry and pain. "The slums..." he murmured under his breath.

"Uh, yes," Charles replied, nervously wiping the sweat from his brow. "Sherilyn moved to the slums less than two months after arriving in Crestwood."

his eyes

knew this much-Sherilyn had

pregnant and stayed there," Charles continued, "until there was a huge fire in

He hadn't known about this-Sherilyn had refused to tell

on the day of the fire, Sherilyn was taken to the hospital. The next day, Jenna

voice trailed off, softer and

couldn't pay... She and

bitterly. They were

a charity, and Sherilyn was an outsider

lay with him. His wife and daughter suffered

never asked. "What

get

before continuing, "Sherilyn took- break from school for half a year

been a

the list went

Gilbert nodded,

headed

the car

he was seated, Charles