Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Big shot? Gilbert, huh?

Not that Sherilyn hadn't thought about it, but even if she did... at this point, she had outlived her usefulness to Gilbert. He was definitely not going to help her again.

Hannah burst into laughter, flipping her hair.

"Forget it! Don't even think about it. Ms. Hansen is a stickler for the rules. She made an exception for you once; do you really think she'll do it every time? Think you're someone special?"

With a twist of her small frame, she strutted away.

"Let's go, ladies! Time for rehearsal!"

Watching Hannah's retreating figure, Sherilyn felt something was off.

How did Ms. Hansen know about her getting a gig with the troupe? Who spilled the beans?

Her head ached terribly. Even if she knew who leaked it, what could she do? It was her mistake.

Feeling down, Sherilyn lay in her apartment all day.

In the evening, Edgar called.

"Sherilyn, I'm outside the dance studio. When will you be out?"

Sherilyn rolled over, her voice weak. "I'm not at the studio."

"What?" Edgar was surprised. "You've already left? Did it end early today?"

He clearly remembered that Sherilyn's first major performance was in a few days. She had been practicing really hard recently. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

"Yeah." Sherilyn just wanted to be alone. "If it's nothing important, I'm going to hang up."

After a brief exchange, she hung up.

Edgar, holding his phone, was confused. Something wasn't right. Sherilyn's voice sounded off, like she was upset.

He couldn't just leave it be, so he drove to Serenity Street.

Sherilyn was lying at home, feeling increasingly upset. When the door knocked, she couldn't think of who it might be. "Who is it?"

She ran to open the door, and then she was surprised. "Edgar?"

"Sherilyn."

It was Edgar's first visit; he had accidentally gone to the wrong building first and got a bit sweaty from the run, with beads of sweat on his forehead and temples.

Seeing her confirmed it for him. "Sherilyn, you sounded upset on the phone. Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

Sherilyn didn't expect him to make a special trip just because of a phone call.

"Edgar..."

Her heart warmed, she opened up. "I messed up. Ms. Hansen kicked me out of the dance troupe."

What? Edgar was stunned; this was indeed bad news. The Lightning Dance Troupe was like the holy grail for contemporary dancers, and Sherilyn was on the verge of making it big. To have such an incident happen?

"I'm sorry, Edgar."

Sherilyn just shared her troubles with Edgar, not really expecting him to offer any comfort. Because her current despair and sadness couldn't be soothed with words.

"I'm just not up for anything today, don't want to go anywhere. I just want to be alone, to have some quiet. Thanks for checking on me. Sorry."

"It's okay."

Edgar hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand. "I understand, totally understand."

"So..." Sherilyn didn't invite him in. "I'll go back inside."

"Okay."

Edgar stood at the door, watching it close again. He couldn't help but rub his temples.

He wasn't upset about making the trip for nothing; he was thinking about how he could help Sherilyn. Right, Derek!

Edgar turned and walked downstairs, pulling out his phone to call Yates.

"Yates, it's me. Are you with Derek?"