Chapter 1185

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"She..."

Sherilyn's voice trembled with disbelief as she glanced at Gilbert. She tapped her temple, her meaning clear even without words.

"Yeah."

Gilbert nodded, meeting her gaze. He knew she'd figured it out—and he confirmed it.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"No way. No way!"

Sherilyn suddenly barked, stepping forward and shoving open the hospital room door.

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert blinked and hurried in after her.

"Caroline!"

Sherilyn marched straight up to Caroline, who sat slumped in a wheelchair by the window. She gripped the handles, fixing her with a glare.

A bitter, mocking laugh escaped her lips. "Look at me. Look at me!"

Caroline flinched, her eyes wide and confused, like she didn't recognize Sherilyn at all.

"You"

"Cut the act!"

this off? Out of tricks, so you're playing crazy now? Only someone as clueless as Gilbert would fall for this! insane? You? Please. You only drive

people insane."

jaw, her words

a man? Really? You've got no

"Sherilyn..."

hovered behind her, wanting to intervene, but he hesitated, his

at him, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Gilbert... Who is she? Why is

jaw

"Why?"

slipping. Maybe Caroline was faking.

Either way, Sherilyn was about to

glared at Caroline,

"Because you're shameless!"

"Sherilyn..."

stepped in, gently

taking b

bet

"You need to

outside for a

"Let go of me!"

shaking him off. She grabbed Caroline's chin, forcing her

look up.

got it? Can you hear

"No... no..."

shrank back, fear in her

know you! Please, let me

handle it?

"I'm not-ah-"

sideward

struggle, Caroline tumbled wheelchair and all,

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