Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

What are the odds?

In that fleeting moment, Gilbert suddenly wanted to go out and hug her.

Yet, as he stepped forward, Charles grabbed him. The elevator doors slid shut before him. "Mr. Gilbert, where are you headed? Aren't we going up?" Gilbert snapped back to reality. Right, where was he going? He was there to see Sherilyn. Yet, he got distracted by a little girl.

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They reached the ninth floor. It was a two-apartment floor, but one was empty, leaving only one option.

Rebecca sat on the edge of the bed, handing Sherilyn a glass of water, and gently felt her forehead. "Seems like the fever's gone down a bit."

She tore open a fever-reducing patch and placed it on Sherilyn's forehead.

Rebecca said, "Are you sure you don't want to take any medicine?"

"No need." Sherilyn sipped her water slowly, shaking her head. "I feel much better."

She had caught a chill and was running a slight fever. However, she dared not take any medication.

At the moment, she wasn't sure if she was pregnant and she couldn't take medicine carelessly.

"That's good then." Rebecca didn't insist further, picking up the now-warm ice pack. "I'll get you a fresh one. Want something to eat? Sophia mentioned she made some chicken noodle soup, maybe with some toast on the side?"

Sherilyn nodded, "Okay..."

Just as Rebecca reached the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it? Coming." Opening the door, Rebecca froze, involuntarily swallowing hard, "John... Mr. Johnson?"

Gilbert smirked, thinking Rebecca's expression said it all!

"Sherilyn!" He strode past Rebecca, making his way into the bedroom.

The moment he appeared, Sherilyn visibly flinched, instinctively pulling the covers closer and shrinking back.

He found her! He found his way there!

A step behind, Rebecca hurried over, positioning herself in front of the bed with arms wide, "Mr. Johnson, please leave. Sherilyn doesn't want to see you!"

"Hmm?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rebecca sharply.

His mocking laugh echoed. "You think you can stop me?"

Then, it hit him.

"Right, I shouldn't underestimate you! You know it all but keep it to yourself, not saying a word!" Impatiently, Gilbert waved his finger. "Move."

"No!" Rebecca visibly freaked out.

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Her petite face turned pale, but she refused to budge. "Sherilyn is hiding because she doesn't want to see you!" Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

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Although she wasn't aware of the specifics, friends were supposed to support each other.

Hah. Gilbert scoffed, his patience running thin. He wasn't there to waste his words on someone irrelevant! Lifting his hand, he

reached out to grasp Rebec

wrist "Sorry, but if you don't move, I'll have to be rude!"

With a slight tug, he pulled Rebecca aside, sending her tumbling away.

"Ah!" Rebecca cried out, stumbling backward, accidentally crashing into Francis, who was entering in the wheelchair. "Be careful!" Francis quickly reached out to steady her.

Still in shock, Rebecca blushed as she had almost landed fully in Francis's lap!

Oh my God! In a wheelchair? Was he disabled? Did she crush his legs?

"Ah!" Rebecca sprang up as if electrified, apologizing profusely, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry! It wasn't on purpose!"

Francis didn't let go immediately. Once Rebecca was steady, he asked, "If I let go now, you won't fall, right?" "Um, no!" Rebecca's head bobbed like a drum, her words stumbling, "I, I'm standing fine now."