Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 1018

Suddenly, Gilbert grimaced, his hand flying to his temple.

"Gilbert?"

Sherilyn paused, noticing the pained expression on his face, "What's wrong?"

Was he clutching his head because of a headache?

"Is it a bad headache?"

Not wanting to worry her, Gilbert closed his eyes and shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Should we go to the hospital?" Sherilyn decided on the spot, "Let's go now!"

"No need." Gilbert managed to gather some strength, opened his eyes, and grabbed her hand, offering her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine now." Sherilyn frowned, skeptical, "Does this look like 'fine' to you?"

Do people just get headaches out of nowhere?

"Really, it's nothing."

It wasn't that Gilbert was being stubborn. He pointed to his temple, "It's an old injury."

An old injury from the time he had gone to Switzerland to bring back Caroline. One Harrison had tampered with his car, leading to a severe head injury.

He had been seriously injured then, even spending several days in a coma.

Sherilyn's frown deepened, "Wasn't the surgery successful? And you still get headaches often?"

"Occasionally, not often."

Gilbert tried to lighten the mood with a smile, "I've been keeping up with my check-ups, and every time, the results come back normal." Is that so?

Sherilyn was still not entirely convinced, perhaps she was just being overly anxious?

"Then... since that's the case, let's get out of the car."

"Alright, sure."

Both of them opened their car doors and stepped out.

Sherilyn glanced at Gilbert, "Do you need my help walking?"

"..." Gilbert paused, then offered a smile, "I might."

"Huh?" Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, "I thought you said you were fine?"

"Ouch!" Gilbert frowned, his hand returning to his forehead, grimacing, "Ah... it seems to be hurting again now."

"Hmph!"

Sherilyn scoffed, clearly seeing through his act.

"Walk on your own!"

She turned and walked away briskly.

"Sherilyn..."

Gilbert followed with a helpless chuckle, "Are you mad? I was just joking..."

No matter what he said, Sherilyn kept walking, ignoring him.

Suddenly...

"Thud!"

A muffled sound came from behind her, like something heavy hitting the ground.

Then...

"Mr. Nine!"

The guards shouted in unison, a note of panic in their voices.

Sherilyn felt a chill run down her spine, an ominous feeling overwhelming her as she spun around.

The man who was just teasing her moments ago was now silently lying on the ground!

What just happened?

This must be a joke, right?

"..." Sherilyn stood frozen in shock.

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"Mr. Nine!"

Charles was at the forefront, helping Gilbert up.

He looked up at Sherilyn, "Sherilyn! Mr. Gilbert has fainted!"

As if snapping out of her daze, Sherilyn's breathing tightened, and she quickly knelt beside him. "Gilbert?"

She lifted her hands, cradling his face.

Gilbert's eyes were shut tight, his pale face tinged with a ghostly shade of gray.

How could this happen?

Hadn't he said he was fine?

"Quick!"

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"Right!"

"And call the hospital ahead!"

"Right!"

Charles carried Gilbert to the car.

Sherilyn followed immediately,

holding the unconscious man in her

arms, her cold palms against his cheek, breaking out in a thin sweat.