Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Swear on what, a slice of pizza?" Gilbert barked in frustration. "Is there a blanket in the car?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, there's one!"

His subordinate scrambled to fetch the blanket.

Gilbert bent down, undoing the ropes that bound Sherilyn's wrists and ankles, and lifted her into his arms, gently touching her face.

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"Ugh..." Sherilyn leaned into him, her face turning pale as a sheet, cold sweat streaming down.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert panicked, immediately realizing something was amiss. "Did I hurt you? Did they hurt you? Where did they hurt you?" "My shoulder..."

Sherilyn barely managed to whisper, her voice so faint, on the side she was leaning against Gilbert.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Upon hearing this, Gilbert tried to let go, but that only resulted in a more painful groan from Sherilyn.

"Does it hurt?" Gilbert was dripping with sweat and frantically apologizing, "Sorry, sorry, I'll be more careful, okay?"

It took a soaked shirt and a lot of panic before he managed to carefully shift Sherilyn to a more comfortable position.

"Is this better?" He cooed gently, "Hang in there, we're heading to the hospital now."

Sherilyn nodded, too in pain to speak.

She was in a daze, hardly believing he had come for her, that he had actually tracked her down here.

Sherilyn weakly lifted her hand towards Gilbert.

"What is it?" Gilbert hastily took her hand. "Need something?"

"No..." Sherilyn shook her head, pointing at his forehead. "Blood..."

Gilbert paused, then touched his forehead, realizing he had nicked it when he rammed the door with the car.

He laughed it off, "Just a scratch, it's nothing."

Sherilyn stayed silent, her thoughts churning with complexity.

Meanwhile, Yuna and Ladd, seeing the situation turning sour, quietly got up and made a break for it while no one was watching.

The subordinate, returning with a blanket, caught sight of them and shouted, "Don't run!"

Then, turning to Gilbert in panic, "Mr. Gilbert! They're getting away! Should we chase them?"

Chase them? How?

They had already hopped into a car, started it, and were driving away from the warehouse. They only had one car here, and Sherilyn needed to get to the hospital first.

Gilbert frowned, turning to Sherilyn, "Who were those people? What did they want with you?"

Sherilyn shook her head weakly. "I don't know them," she said. "They kidnapped me, tried to take compromising photos to extort money from me."

That was the truth, but not the whole story.

What? Gilbert found the idea ludicrous. Were they that desperate for money?

"Don't worry, as long as they show their faces around Sunhaven, they won't be hard to find!"

"Uh." Sherilyn suddenly groaned, clutching Gilbert's arm, in pain. "It hurts."

Gilbert immediately snapped back t

reality, glaring at his subordinate to

"What are you staring at? Didn't tell I you to bring the car over?"

"Right away, Mr. Gilbert!"

Gilbert, supporting Sherilyn, walked towards the car. "Easy does it, can you walk? Or should I carry you?"

"Ah..." Sherilyn collapsed into his arms, unable to even stand.

What now?

Gilbert was beside himself with worry; he wasn't even pressing on her injured shoulder. "Sherilyn, where does it hurt?"

Looking down, he saw Sherilyn clutching her stomach.

What had that man and woman done to Sherilyn? Kicked her in the stomach?

Without asking further, he scooped Sherilyn up.

"Gilbert!" Sherilyn curled up in his arms, fear spreading through her heart.

Being a woman, with pain like this in her stomach, she had a terrible suspicion... it couldn't be, it just couldn't be...

Her baby!

Sherilyn clutched Gilbert's shirt

tightly, her voice desperate, "Hurry? To the hospital, please! Hurry, Save me,

save my baby!" Combet

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