Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert felt a sudden tension in his scalp, "Caroline, where are you?"

"I... I don't know... oh no... where is this? Gilbert, I'm so scared!"

"I'm on my way, Sawyer is looking for you too, don't wander off anymore!"

After hanging up, Gilbert stepped on the gas and headed west of the city.

...

"Mr. Gilbert."

By the time he arrived, Sawyer had already found Caroline's car, but the door was open, and she was nowhere to be seen.

Gilbert looked around, assuming Caroline, feeling upset, had left her car to take a walk and then got lost.

"She couldn't have gone far, she must be around here. Let's split up and look for her."

"Right," Sawyer agreed. "Mr. Gilbert, let's keep in touch."

"Got it."

The area was remote with barely any streetlights, Gilbert had to use his phone's flashlight to see the path.

"Caroline, can you hear me? This is Gilbert, if you can hear me, shout back!"

The further he went, the more difficult the mountain path became, and the falling mix of rain and snow greatly limited his visibility. Suddenly, his phone rang, it was Sawyer.

He quickly answered, "Hello?"

"Mr. Gilbert, I found Ms. Bet. She's a bit hurt, but she refuses to come with me, you might have to..."

"I understand." Gilbert, feeling helpless, rubbed his forehead. "Which direction are you in? I'll come right over... alright."

The moment the call ended, his phone rang again.

As he was about to answer, a gust of wind came, and snowflakes hit his eyes.

Instinctively, he closed his eyes, slipped, and his phone flew out of his hand.

Barely managing to open his eyes, he saw the glowing phone, still ringing. Who could it be?

Could it be Sherilyn?

He bent down to pick up the phone but missed.

The ringing stopped, and just as Gilbert frowned in annoyance, it started again.

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Desperate to reach the phone, he stepped forward... suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way.

He was on a slope, and in an instant, as if being pulled by two forces, he lost his balance and tumbled down!

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Sherilyn was in a drowsy sleep, half-awake, when her phone's ringing woke her up.

Who could it be? Maybe Jenna?

She grabbed her phone and saw it was Charles.

In that moment, Sherilyn felt like her head was going to explode. Wasn't there already enough drama for one night?

Holding back her irritation, she answered.

"Hello."

"Sherilyn!" On the other end, Charles

sounded frantic. "Mr. Gilbert isCcontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

injured quite seriously, we're on our way to the hospital. I'm coming to pick you up, get ready, I'll be there soon!"

With that, he hung up.

"Hello?" Sherilyn was stunned. Wasn't Gilbert going to find Caroline? Injured? And seriously?

Feeling a void in her heart, she didn't think further, abruptly stood up, and went to the closet to change clothes.

Just as she had changed and came downstairs, Charles had already arrived.

Picking her up, they rushed to the hospital.

When they arrived, Francis had received the news and was already there, slightly ahead of them.

"Big brother." Sherilyn hurriedly approached, her complexion a bit pale.

"Don't worry too much."

Francis sighed softly, trying to comfort her, "The doctor just did a preliminary check; Gilbert's life isn't

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"Oh..." Sherilyn nodded blankly, but couldn't feel entirely relieved.

Not in danger didn't clarify much.

What about other possibilities? Could there be broken bones, or other lasting effects?