Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 299

Gilbert suddenly snapped his eyes open and sat bolt upright.

"Ouch!"

Pain made him quickly clutch his chest, while his other hand went to his head.

"Mr. Gilbert!"

Charles was right there by the bed, his voice filled with joy, "You're awake? That's great, the doctor said the sooner you woke up, the better."

He waved his hand in front of Gilbert's eyes, "Mr. Gilbert, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Come on!"

Gilbert swatted his fingers away, irritated, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"No, no..." Charles chuckled, "It's just that you hit your head, a mild concussion, you know. I'm just worried."

"Cut the chatter!" Gilbert retorted with a mix of annoyance and humor, "If anyone's brain is messed up, it's not mine!"

Being thrown by a bomb did indeed injure his shoulder, arm, and head. At the moment, he was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, looking quite the sight, but fortunately, there were no serious injuries. Gilbert let out a sigh of relief and immediately asked, "Where's Sherilyn?"

"Sherilyn was also brought to the hospital..."

"Good." Gilbert nodded while throwing the blankets aside to get out of bed.

"Mr. Gilbert!"

But Charles grabbed him, "Hear me out, Sherilyn's fine, she was discharged after her check-up."

"Mr. Gilbert." Charles pointed to his right hand, "You need to finish your IV first, Sherilyn's really okay, but you're genuinely hurt."

I see.

Gilbert glanced up at the IV bag, resigned himself to lean back, alright, no rush then.

Dawn was breaking. And Gilbert was awake.

The IV had finished in the wee hours, and considering Sherilyn was probably asleep, he didn't want to disturb her.

His injuries made it hard to sleep well.

Deciding to get up, he changed out of the hospital gown. Glancing at Charles, who was deeply asleep on the sofa, he tiptoed out of the room. Meanwhile, Sherilyn was jolted awake by her phone. She pulled it from under her pillow, swiped to answer. "Hello, Edgar?"

Sherilyn knew why he was calling.

He was in Rainshore City, probably saw the news.

"Sherilyn?"

On the other end, Edgar sounded overjoyed, as if surprised she'd answered. "Oh, thank goodness! You answered!"

Last night, when the incident occurred, Sherilyn's phone had been confiscated by 'those people', so she missed his calls.

Later, when she retrieved her phone from the police and tried to call him back, she couldn't get through.

"Seen the news, have you?"

Sherilyn was alone in her room, as Rebecca was also injured and still in the hospital.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now... you must have been worried all night. I tried calling you back, but..."

"I saw it." Edgar hurried to explain, "I was boarding a flight then, so I missed it."

Boarding a flight?

Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat, warmth flooding through her.

She hesitated, "You don't mean... Edgar, you..."

She couldn't bring herself to finish, to ask if Edgar had really come to Crestwood.

"Ha, yeah." Edgar's voice was shy but filled with a post-survival happiness, "I'm almost at your hotel, about five minutes away."

He had come straight to her from the airport!

Sherilyn suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth, choking back sobs as her eyes filled with tears.

From Rainshore City to Crestwood was a five-hour flight. Edgar, upon seeing the news and not being able to reach her, had rushed over immediately! For the first time, she felt truly cherished.

Back when she was alone in Crestwood, destitute with Jenna, she felt that among the millions of people in the world, she was alone, abandoned...

No one cared whether she lived or died.