Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn was still reeling from it all, too weak to fight back, so she just closed her eyes and tried to ignore him.

Was this her silent protest?

Gilbert chuckled bitterly. "You hate me, don't you?"

Of course, Sherilyn didn't answer, and he didn't expect her to.

"You know as well as anyone, the root of today's disaster is Adela. I just picked up the pieces. Without me, you and Edgar would've split anyway, and you... you'd be in a far worse place."

Sherilyn's eyelashes fluttered as she kept her eyes closed, hands clenched, still silent.

"Ah well..."

With a sigh of resignation, Gilbert said, "Just try to rest, okay? Stop overthinking things."

Looking at Sherilyn's stubborn face, he thought to himself, forget it, let's not make a big deal out of it... What's the point of arguing with a heartbroken woman?

...

When Sherilyn woke up, she was alone in the room.

She wasn't sure when Gilbert had left. The sedatives had a calming effect, and she had fallen asleep.

Feeling a bit stronger, she moved her limbs.

Sitting up, she noticed her clothes were placed beside the bed.

Gilbert hadn't taken advantage of her while she was asleep. Not that she considered him a gentleman - he simply didn't care enough.

She was acutely aware of this. Even when they were married, he couldn't be bothered with her.

Standing up, she got dressed, then her phone rang.

It was Daphne calling.

"Hello, Ms. Hansen."

In this ordeal, Daphne had taken quite a hit. Over the phone, Daphne asked her to come to the hospital. "Of course, Ms. Hansen."

After hanging up, Sherilyn hurried to the hospital.

Not that she needed Daphne to ask; she would've gone anyway.

The company had several injured members, and she wanted to see if there was anything she could do to help.

"Ms. Hansen." Sherilyn went to see Daphne, who was in a private room.

"Sherilyn, please, sit."

In the room, besides her, there were several people from the company, dancers, and department heads.

Daphne gestured for everyone to sit, "Now that we're all here, let's have a quick meeting. I'll keep it short." The gist was about the incident.

With quite a few injuries, including two lead

cers in serious

condition, it looked like the towel

would have to be paused.

Daphne sighed. "It's unfortunate, but these things happen. Sometimes, things don't go as planned."

The plan was to get initial treatments at the hospital, then charter a flight back to Sunhaven.

Once back in Sunhaven, the performances would need to be rescheduled.

The meeting detailed the arrangements and tasks for everyone going forward.

Daphne reminded them, "Let's make

sure

each take care of our

respolities. And now, r

than

ever, communication is more). nee

"Yes, Ms. Hansen."

"Understood, Ms. Hansen."

Sherilyn noted her tasks in her

injured aside from the Sea Bree

phone. With the lead dancers

Swing, she was now responsible for leading two other dances.

On top of that, there were countless other tasks to juggle within the company.

Stepping out of the room, Sherilyn took a deep breath, ready to visit Rebecca, but then her phone rang. It was William.

She assumed William was calling to confirm Jenna's surgery date.

Her tone brightened. "Hello? Dr. William?"NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Jenna's mom. Can you come to the hospital?"

"I'm actually here right now." Sherilyn said with a laugh, "I'll be right there! Just give me a moment!"

Hanging up, Sherilyn quickly made her way to Jenna's ward.