Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 373

The moment Gilbert realized what was happening, his nerves went taut, and he felt like his soul was about to leave his body. Sherilyn was inside! He dropped his hockey stick and sprinted towards the changing rooms.

"Gilbert..."

Yates barely had time to call out; Gilbert was already a blur, moving faster than a shadow.

Chaos reigned near the changing rooms.

"What's going on?"

"There's a gas leak in the changing room, and some idiot lit a cigarette!"

And just like that, disaster struck.

The changing room was obliterated, its doorframe blown off, and the glass walls shattered into a million pieces.

Clouds of smoke billowed, lit by the tongues of fire within.

Sherilyn...

Sherilyn was in there!

With a face pale as death, Gilbert pushed through the crowd, desperate to get inside.

"Gilbert!"

Yates, arriving breathlessly, grabbed him, "What are you doing? You can't... you can't go in there!"

"Let go!"

Gilbert's eyes burned with fury.

"Sherilyn's in there!"

"And?!"

Yates was taken aback, disbelief in his voice, "Since when did you become so reckless? What's going in there going to do? Get yourself killed?"

"Look! What's that?"

"My God! Is that... a person?"

"Jesus! Can you even tell who it is?"

Hearing this exchange, Yates swallowed hard, a sense of dread washing over him. It couldn't be... Sherilyn, could it?

Gilbert's muscles tensed, his gaze fixed fiercely on Yates, "Are you going to let go or what?"

Uh... Yates, momentarily cowed by his glare, let go.

Suddenly, a familiar figure caught his eye.

His hand shot out, pulling Gilbert back.

"Yates!" Gilbert was furious, "What the hell..."

"Look!" Yates didn't bother explaining, just urgently pointed, "Sherilyn, it's Sherilyn!"

?

Gilbert paused, his sharp gaze softening.

Through the crowd, a good distance away, there was Sherilyn, holding an ice cream cone, craning her neck to see inside.

Overhearing people talking about seeing a body being thrown...

She frowned slightly, empathy in her voice, "Where's the fire department?"

"They've been called, but these things take time, right?"

"Mhm."

As they spoke, the sound of fire truck sirens grew closer.

"They're here!"

"The fire department has arrived!"

A staff member from the sports facility began organizing the crowd, "Please, everyone, make way and don't hinder the rescue efforts!" Sherilyn moved back with the crowd.

"Sherilyn!"

Amidst the noise, she heard someone calling her name, frantic.

Turning around, she saw Gilbert, in his sports gear, struggling to make his way through the crowd towards her.

"Sherilyn!"

He was waving his arms, trying to catch her attention, "Sherilyn! Stay there, wait for me!"

"Okay."

Sherilyn stopped, waiting in place.

Finally, Gilbert made it through the crowd to her.

He raised his hands as if to embrace her but hesitated, leaving them suspended in mid-air.

He scanned her face and body, inch by inch, as if he couldn't believe she was okay.

"You... you're alright?"

Huh? Sherilyn blinked, slightly confused... wasn't that obvious?

"Yes, yes."

The man in front of her seemed to be struggling with his emotions, torn between relief and sorrow.

Sherilyn, unsure, pointed at the wreckage of the changing rooms, "Did you think that I..."

"Where did you go?"