Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

In that moment, Sherilyn suddenly pushed Rebecca. "You gotta run!"

"What?" Rebecca was taken aback but quickly caught on.

Shaking her head, she said, "No, I won't leave... It was my fault."

"Go, now!" Sherilyn implored, her brow furrowed with urgency. "I'll stay!"

If it weren't for her, Rebecca wouldn't have been dragged into this mess. She couldn't just abandon her friend, the one who stood up for her, when trouble hit!

That's not how you treat friends.

"No way, I'm not leaving!"

But Rebecca stood her ground. Caroline had hurt her leg, and things were complicated. How could she just let her friend take the blame for her?

Meanwhile, the assistant carefully helped a barely conscious Caroline onto a stretcher and then pointed accusingly in Sherilyn and Rebecca's direction.

"Grab them! Don't let them get away!"

...

As soon as Gilbert wrapped up his meeting, Charles informed him, "Mr. Gilbert, your phone's been ringing off the hook. It's Ms. Bet's assistant."

Something wrong?

Gilbert frowned slightly.

Even though his brother was now awake, he was still in recovery, so Caroline's assistant still preferred to call him for emergencies.

Picking up his phone, Gilbert called back.

"Mr. Johnson!"

On the other end, the assistant was frantic. "Caroline's been injured on set! Something fell and hurt her leg!"

What? Gilbert's eyes flashed with anger. "How could you let this happen? Can't you do your job? If not, get lost!" "Mr. Johnson."

The assistant braced for the scolding, then carefully said, "It was intentional, we were... caught off guard." This was serious?

"Who?" Gilbert's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing through them. Was someone really that bold? "Sherilyn, Rebecca."

Hmm? Gilbert paused, thinking he'd misheard, a smirk unknowingly forming. "Who? Say that again." "Sherilyn, Rebecca."

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The assistant sounded indignant. "Mr. Johnson, they were so arrogant! Ganging up on one person! We don't ever ow how Caroline's leg will turn out..."

Gilbert listened quietly, not saying a word.

After hanging up, he looked at Charles, "We've got work to do."

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."

...

Police station.

Sherilyn was detained in an interrogation room, and Rebecca was in the next one over.

They were currently interrogating Rebecca, and Sherilyn was up next.

On the way here, Sherilyn had calmed down, knowing what she had to do.

The door opened, and a police officer entered.

Sherilyn straightened up, ready for the interrogation. "Officer..."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"Sherilyn."

Unexpectedly, the officer walked straight up to her and unlocked her handcuffs. "You're free to go."

What? Sherilyn was astonished. "But you haven't interrogated me yet."

"The situation's clear, and you're not involved. Get going."

So, Rebecca had taken all the blame? Still, at the very least, shouldn't they listen to her side of the story?

Leaving the interrogation room, Sherilyn asked the officer, "Can I see my friend?"

"Not right now," the officer replied. "She's still being interrogated."

"Thank you, officer."

Exiting the police station, Sherilyn had a plan.

Time was of the essence. She hailed a cab and headed straight for the hospital.

On the way, she called Caroline. "It's me. I'd like to talk..."

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A nurse led her in. "This way, please."

"Thank you."

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