Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1226

"Enough!"

Gilbert cut her off, his eyes flashing coldly at the corners. "I won't let you get worse-"

Sherilyn suddenly burst out laughing, her voice sharp and defiant. "You think I'm going to cooperate? Not a chance!"

She met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down.

"Therapy doesn't work without my consent. I won't take the meds, either. I'll just spit them out the moment your back is turned!"

"Sherilyn! Sherilyn!" Gilbert's temper snapped. He raised a hand, meaning to grip her shoulders, but froze halfway.

He couldn't touch her. Physical contact could trigger her episodes.

A bitter smile tugged at Sherilyn's lips as she watched him hesitate. "My illness can't be cured. That's the smallest of your worries. The real problem is that you can't even lay a hand on me. You'll have to stand by and watch as I wither away, right in front of you. Can you really bear that? Are you sure this is what you want?"

"You're threatening me..." Gilbert's voice cracked, low and lost. "You know. You know exactly how I feel..."

She knew he could never just watch her fade away.

"You..." He drew a shaky breath. "You're only doing this because you know I love you. You're using that against me..."

That was the only reason she dared threaten him so recklessly with her own body as the weapon.

"What else am I supposed to do?" Sherilyn shrugged, arching an eyebrow. "I've thought about running away. But let's be honest-could I ever really escape?"

matter where she went, if Gilbert refused

then there

on his records-he was her

leave Sunhaven. She had

freedom, she needed Gilbert to let her go of his own free will,

how could she

herself. If her condition got

all I

let out a long breath, almost relieved. "So, will you

Gilbert

barely above

agree to this. If you want to fight

you refuse treatment, I'll find another way.

to the door and

"Gilbert!"

with a thunderous bang, as if it had

Even after all this,

need to

...

left the observation room, but hadn't made it far before someone called

"Mr. Harrison! Gilbert Harrison!"

anyone addressed him that formally. Turning around, he