Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Talk!" Charles suddenly barked, his patience wearing thin. "As long as the information is reliable, money is no object!"

"Hold on!" Gilbert grabbed Charles by the shoulder, stepping forward with determination.

"Mr. Gilbert?"

Gilbert's gaze dropped to the floor near the thug's feet, where a red cashmere scarf lay. He bent down, picked it up, and his eyes blazed with fury.

In a swift move, he kicked the thug and the chair, sending both tumbling to the ground!

"Mr. Gilbert!"

"Gilbert!"

Caroline, pushing Francis in his wheelchair, entered to witness the scene, her pupils dilating in shock. But it didn't end there.

Gilbert, radiating murderous intent, lifted the thug again and landed another punch!

"Mr. Gilbert!"

Charles was frantic. "What's gotten into Mr. Gilbert?"

"Speak!" Gilbert hoisted the thug up once more, his eyes red with rage. "Where is my wife? What have you done to her?" "Heh, heh heh..."

The thug, now bleeding from the mouth, gave a terrifying grin as he glanced at the red scarf.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"So, that woman is your wife!"

The thug reminisced, "Ah, had you mentioned it sooner, I'd have remembered! Such beauty, such delicate skin..." "You're asking for it!"

Gilbert lost it, raining punches and kicks on the thug with reckless abandon. His actions screamed of unbridled rage! "You dared to harm her! How dare you!"

The fear inside him peaked at that moment!

It was all his fault!

If not for him, Sherilyn would never have been subjected to such scum!

As the situation escalated, Francis finally intervened, "Gilbert! Stop!"

But Gilbert couldn't halt his assault That red scarf belonged to Sherilyn! He had ordered it for her, rushed over

in just four hours!!!

He couldn't bear to think how this vile thug had managed to strip it off Sherilyn!

"Touching her! How dare you touch her!" Gilbert repeated mechanically, punch after punch.

"Mr. Gilbert!" Charles attempted to intervene, only to be shoved away. "Back off!"

This was heading towards disaster!

Caroline, covered in goosebumps, remembered the boy who once struggled on the brink of death. At this moment, she saw beneath the facade of the gentleman, the soul of a wild wolf that lurked within.

"Gilbert!" Taking a deep breath, Caroline rushed to Gilbert and

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ell him tightly. "Stop! Please,

For heaven's sake, stop!"

Looking up at him, she pleaded, "If you kill him now, where will we find Sherilyn?"

She understood him better than anyone else.

"You can kill him! I won't stop you, but at least wait until he reveals Sherilyn's whereabouts, right?"

Finally, Gilbert paused, a glimmer of realization in his reddened eyes.

Yes, he needed to find Sherilyn!

On the ground, the thug was nothing more than a crumpled heap.

"Talk! Where is my wife? What have you done to her? Where is she?"

"No, no..."

Battered and bruised, the thug shook his head, devoid of any cunning. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

Gilbert was on the verge of exploding again.

But Caroline held him tight, urgently glaring at the thug. "What do you know? Speak up now!"

"I'll talk, I'll talk..."