Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn!"

As Gilbert approached the quaint apartment on Serenity Street, where Sherilyn had once lived, he banged on the door with a sense of urgency, his voice sounding almost pleading through the thick wood.

"I was wrong, okay? Can we please talk about this?"

But no matter how much he knocked and apologized, there was no response from within. Gilbert figured she must be really mad at him.

"What are you pounding on about?"

The complaint came from a neighbor, clearly annoyed by the disturbance. "Knock it off! Nobody's lived there for ages. What are you doing?"

What? Gilbert was stunned. No one was living there? How could that be?

"The tenant moved out a while ago. Hasn't been rented out since. Who are you even looking for?"

The neighbor eyed him with a mix of amusement and bewilderment before abruptly shutting the door with a loud 'bang.'

Stunned, Gilbert stood frozen in place. Sherilyn had moved out? Without telling him?

Darkness seemed to envelop him for a moment.

Where had Sherilyn gone?

Turning away from the apartment, he contacted the property management and called up Charles.

By the time he returned to Golden Oak Manor, the property management had pulled up the surveillance footage, showing Sherilyn getting into a taxi at the community gate.

Unfortunately, the video only captured the first few characters of the license plate, not the whole thing.

"Charles!"

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert." Charles understood immediately. "I'll have someone look into it right away."

Having the car's color, model, and partial license plate was a start.

Meanwhile, they'd also need to check with Sherilyn's colleagues at the dance company. Sherilyn hadn't been in Sunhaven long and didn't have many friends, but Gilbert remembered she was close to someone in the dance company... Rebecca?

She had stayed with Rebecca at Emerald Estates to avoid Edgar once.

Without further delay, Gilbert drove to Emerald Estates.

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Gilbert was at a loss. Where else could Sherilyn be?

In Sunhaven, she was alone. She had come to the Johnsons as an orphan, the last of her family!

Then it hit him.

Edgar! He was the person Sherilyn trusted most in Sunhaven. Gilbert hated to admit it, but it was true. Could she have gone to him?This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Desperate for answers, Gilbert made his way to Edgar's.

According to Yates, Edgar hadn't been staying at his usual residence but at a villa in Rosewood Mansion.

Arriving at Rosewood Mansion, Edgar answered the door, taken aback by the sight of Gilbert's grim and tense demeanor.

"Gilbert?"

What could he possibly want?

Without a word, Gilbert barged in,

scanning the place as if set

for something, even making

Sway

toward the stairs.

"What are you doing, Gilbert?" Edgar caught him by the arm. "What's this all about?"

"Are you hiding something upstairs?" Gilbert

towane hot back, his gaze shifting

the staircase, torn between hope and dread.

He wanted Sherilyn to be safe, yet not at the cost of finding refuge with Edgar.

"What?" Edgar was completely baffled. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Mr. Gilbert!"

From the entrance, Charles called out, holding his phone up. "We've got news about Sherilyn!"