Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1242

"He didn't leave me! I—I was the one who wanted out! I chose to walk away from him!"

Galen blinked, clearly taken aback, suspicion flickering across his face. "Really? Is that how it was?"

"Yes!" Sherilyn tugged urgently at his arm. "Come on, get up! Didn't you hear me?"

"Oh..." Galen sniffed and finally let go of Gilbert, getting shakily to his feet.

"You..."

Sherilyn hesitated, turning to Gilbert. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you anywhere?"

"Sherilyn!"

Galen couldn't hold back any longer. "Why do you care about him so much? Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. He's not going to die or anything."

"Enough!"

Sherilyn shot her brother a sharp look. "He once saved your life. You can't speak to him like that."

She was thinking of the time when Malvina Clayton had kidnapped Galen and hidden him in Ivy Hollow Woods. Gilbert had come to the rescue-perhaps for Jenna's sake, but if he hadn't, it would've been Galen, not Jenna, who'd been bitten by that venomous snake.

Galen scowled and fell silent, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert slowly pushed himself upright, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and forced a crooked smile. "I'm fine... Don't let someone like me be the cause of trouble between you and your brother."

"Well, then..."

Sherilyn bit her lip, glancing at the blood on his face. "You should see a doctor, okay? You need to take care of that."

pointed at the

will," Gilbert promised with a

"We, um..."

her arm through Galen's, backing away. "We're going inside. Take

"Yeah, sure."

Gilbert shoved his hands in his

tugged Galen's arm. "Weren't you looking for me? Let's go inside."

disappeared through

stayed rooted to the spot,

never left Sherilyn's retreating figure. Under his breath, he murmured, "Goodbye,

would they really... ever

until she finally slipped through the doorway and vanished

let out a

a minute, and already-he missed

over him. Gilbert

who'd been watching anxiously, stepped forward. "Let's get you to the hospital,

headaches had

more frequently

had mentioned

the

too

He knew his own body wasn't

"Schedule it-for tomorrow."

a board meeting

there. If

moment, it'd only make

Sherilyn and Jenna had moved out of Blue Haven, he couldn't

sir..." Charles sighed, resigned.