Whispers Turn

Stepping out of the hospital, she froze 

No, she couldn’t just leave. The next day, she was supposed to board a plane to be shipped abroad. In a foreign country clueless and alone, she’d be even more lost- 

So, she stood by the entrance, waiting for Gilbert. He had to show up eventually. 

As time ticked away, Sherilyn’s legs went numb, and the sky darkened, followed by a sudden downpour. 

Just when Sherilyn thought Gilbert might spend the night inside, he appeared. The soft light lit up his figure, putting the spotlight on his handsome face and his gentle, aristocratic aura 

Gilbert frowned. “Ugh, stop her!” 

“Yes, sir” Midway, Sherilyn got blocked, unable to get any closer. 

“Gilbert, I have something important to tell you!” she called out desperately 

But Gilbert didn’t even spare her a glance. 

The driver pulled up the car at the curb, and Gilbert strode forward, opened the door, and ducked inside. 

Sherlyn couldn’t believe it and shouted, “Gilbert! Please! I need to talk to you!” 

Yet, Gilbert seemed not to heat closing the door and instructing the driver, “Drive” 

As the car started to pull away. Sherilyn, wide–eyed, saw it begin to distance.. 

“Gilbert” At that moment. Sherlyn found an unknown strength, pushed past Allen, who was blocking her, and chased after the car. 

“Gilbert! Gilbert! Stop the car! Please, stop the car! Waa…” She ran, shouted, and cried all at once 

She ran so fast, the air rushing into her lungs, sharp as needles. But the car only got farther away until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn’s foot slipped, and she fell hard on the ground. 

“Ah.” Sherilyn cried out in pain. 

In the car, Abel glanced back and whispered, “Mr. Gilbert, Mrs. Johnson has fallen.” 

Was that so? 

Gilbert glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn lying in the rain, thoroughly soaked, and frowned. 

But it was just for a moment, then said grimly, “It’s just a fall. She’s not that fragile. What could happen? Drive faster! I don’t want her catching up and causing more dramal 

Abel replied, “Yes, Mr. Gilbert” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Sherilyn watched the car speed away, the light in her eyes dimming. 

She stretched out her arms, struggling to rise from the ground. Her fair arms and palms were all scraped and bleeding, mixing with the 

rain 

At that moment, the pain was intense, piercing to the bone. 

Sherilyn closed her eyes, her tears mingling with the torrential rain. 

Back at Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn was mentally and physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to change her wet clothes 

What other paths did she have? Who else could help her? 

Suddenly. Sherilyn remembered something and pulled out her phone. She didn’t scroll through her contacts but dialed a number she knew by heart. 

After dialing, she hit the call button. 

The ringtone echoed, Sherilyn, holding her breath, faintly hopeful 

“Hello?” A woman’s voice came through. 

In that instant, the light in Sherilyn’s eyes extinguished. 

“Hello, who is it? Speak up.” The woman repeatedly asked, “If you don’t speak, I’m hanging up!” 

The next second, the call ended. 

was foolish to have made this call! She threw the 

Sherilyn clenched her phone tightly, her jaw set, tears falling against her will. She was fo phone aside, burying her head into the pillow. 

She spent the night in turmoil, not knowing when she had fallen asleep. When Sherilyn woke up with a pounding headache, the doorbell wouldn’t stop ringing, each chime sharper than the last. 

Perhaps out of impatience, the door opened on its own. 

Gilbert stepped in with his handsome face clouded with a dark expression.