Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"What?" In an instant, Gilbert's eyes narrowed, a mix of shock and disbelief painted across his face. "How is that even possible?" With him overseeing the situation, and considering that it was undeniable that Rebecca had pushed Caroline, how could this be happening? "The police said Ms. Bet dropped the charges."

"What?!"

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Gilbert's lips pressed tight, his gaze deep. "To the hospital!"

"Right away, Mr. Gilbert."

...

The door to the hospital room was nearly knocked off its hinges.

"Gilbert..."

Caroline, barely awake, saw Gilbert charging at her radiating anger, his face all twisted up in displeasure.

She chuckled nervously, "What's got into you? Who rubbed Mr. Gilbert the wrong way this early in the morning?"

Hmph. Gilbert's lips curled slightly, his gaze on her was unusually cold and forbidding, his presence so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

"Why did you drop the charges?" he asked bluntly.

"Huh?" Caroline blinked, smoothing her hair back, a faint smile on her lips. "You mean Rebecca, right? Sherilyn came to see me yesterday, you know that..."

"Heh." A cold smile played on Gilbert's lips, full of sarcasm. "So you're telling me, you softened because Sherilyn pleaded with you? Is that it?"

His attitude irked Caroline.

Her face gave nothing away. "Sherilyn is the Johnsons' adopted daughter, she's part of their family. She asked me for a favor, isn't it only right I grant it?"

"Cut the crap!" Gilbert's anger peaked at that moment.

His words were harsh and direct, "Don't think I'm oblivious! What's your relationship with Sherilyn? You softened because she pleaded?" "You..." Caroline was taken aback, her face turning pale.

She stared directly at Gilbert, "You're right, I'm not that kind-hearted. But if I hadn't agreed, wouldn't she have just gone to you?"

Gilbert paused, then smirked wickedly. "Exactly! You knew! You knew I was waiting for her to come to me! You did this on purpose!" "Yes!"

Caroline faced him, her eyes locking onto his stormy, brooding face. When she spoke again, it was with a mix of earnestness and frustration. "Gilbert, you and Sherilyn are not right for each other. It's time to end things."

"What?"

Gilbert froze, as if he'd heard the most shocking news, taking a moment to process before breaking into a disbelieving laugh.

"Ha, haha..." He raised an eyebrow. "You think we're not suitable?"

"Aren't you?"

Caroline was both embarrassed and annoyed by his reaction, "She clearly doesn't like you!"

"Are you her?" Gilbert immediately retorted, growling, "How do you know if she likes me or not?"

"Ha?" Caroline, fuming, bit her lower lip, her face flushing with anger. "Gilbert! Have you lost your mind? Wake up! Sherilyn constantly doubts us, saying we're 'up to no good? She doesn't even trust you, how can she like you?!"

"Really?"

Standing tall in his dark suit, tie, and trousers, Gilbert looked down at her, seemingly in denial, "So, what about you? My Brother has explained himself many times, he's not seeing anyone else. You don't believe him either. By your logic, you don't love him?"

"What? Gilbert!" At that moment,

Caroline broke down, her eyes redet

with tears, her voice quivering, Have you gone mad? How can you compare me to Sherilyn?"

"Why not?"

Gilbert frowned, scrutinizing her, "Isn't the logic the same?"