Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 351

Gilbert's patience was wearing thin. "Out with it!" he demanded.

Charles hesitated before finally speaking, "It's about that taxi... they've found it."

"And Sherilyn?" Gilbert pressed, his voice laced with urgency.

Shaking his head, Charles replied, "No word on her yet..."

Instantly, Gilbert's temper flared. "And you call this news?"

Charles hung his head in shame, unable to muster a defense.

However, Edgar Ferguson, overhearing the conversation, zeroed in on the critical piece of information. "Sherilyn's missing?!"

So, Gilbert was here looking for Sherilyn?

Observing their reactions, it was clear to Gilbert that Sherilyn wasn't here.

"Charles, let's go."

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."

"Hold on!"

But how could Edgar let them just walk away? Grabbing Gilbert by the shoulder, he demanded, "Spill it. How did Sherilyn go missing?"

Seeing their frantic search and recalling the morning's altercation... He and Gilbert had come to blows!

Overcome with rage and disregarding any semblance of decorum, Edgar confronted Gilbert. "Did you lay a hand on Sherilyn? Did you hurt her?" Gilbert paused, not denying it.

Though he hadn't physically harmed Sherilyn, he had to admit his behavior was hardly better.

"You!" Edgar's assumption seemed confirmed. "Asshole!"

In a fit of anger, Edgar grabbed Gilbert's collar, his fury palpable. "Are you even a man? How could you hurt Sherilyn?" Suddenly, his fist flew towards Gilbert.

"Mr. Gilbert!"

Gilbert didn't dodge, taking the punch squarely. Edgar's blow was powerful, cutting Gilbert's lip and drawing blood.

Charles rushed forward in alarm, trying to pull Edgar back. "Mr. Ferguson, please, calm down!"

But Edgar was beyond calming.

"Let me go!"

Held back by Charles and still nursing his own injuries, Edgar couldn't reach Gilbert again.

His eyes burning with accusation, he bellowed, "You struck her? How could you bring yourself to do that?"

To him, Sherilyn was someone precious, someone he would never even dream of scolding, let alone harming.

Gilbert, wiping the blood from his lip, locked eyes with Edgar. "If not for your undying obsession, would we have fought?"

Stunned, Edgar burst into laughter, which quickly turned to tears. "Gilbert, are you questioning your trust in Sherilyn or your own confidence?"

What did that mean?

Suddenly serious, Edgar shot back, "Last night, Sherilyn had a bike accident. She hit her head, and I was the one who took her to the hospital. I stayed with her all night. Don't believe me? Check the hospital records. It's the truth."

He glared at Gilbert. "After how you've treated her, why are you even fighting for her? If you can't treat her right, give her back to me!"

"In your dreams!" Gilbert shouted, releasing Edgar.

With a cold laugh, he declared, "She was mine in the past, she's mine now, and she'll always be mine!"

With that, he turned and left.

"Gilbert, you jerk! What kind of man are you?"

Once outside and in the car, Charles received another call, turning pale as he hung up.

"Alright, I got it."

He looked at Gilbert, clearly troubled.

Gilbert, running out of patience, snapped, "Spit it out!"

"Yes!" Charles jumped, blurting out, "They've found the taxi driver. He... he just got out of jail."