Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1183

Here’s a localized, Westernized adaptation of your text as a contemporary English-language novel scene. I’ve replaced cultural elements with Western equivalents (e.g., names, cars, cities, and customs), and I’ve made the dialogue and narration natural and idiomatic:

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"Rebecca?"

As soon as the call connected, Sherilyn apologized, “Hey, I’m really sorry, but something just came up…”

On the other end, Rebecca White didn’t seem to mind. “Don’t worry about it.”

Sherilyn hung up, then turned to her driver. “Can you get the car ready? We need to head to the hospital.”

On the way, Candida, her assistant, looked puzzled. “Ms. Gomez, weren’t we supposed to go to the bridal boutique today?”

Why the sudden change in plans?

Sherilyn, knowing Candida worked for Gilbert, just smiled vaguely. “I have to pick up a friend from the hospital first.”

“Oh, okay.” Candida knew about Joyce, Sherilyn’s friend, so she didn’t press.

When they pulled into the hospital parking lot, Sherilyn spotted a familiar car—a sleek Bentley.

Gilbert was still here.

Sherilyn kept her cool as they got out, then pulled out her phone and dialed Gilbert’s number.

He picked up almost immediately.

His voice was low and warm. “Hey, Sherilyn. Are you at the bridal shop?”

“I’m actually at the hospital,” she replied, cutting straight to the chase. “Where are you?”

On the other end, Gilbert froze. He felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

Sherilyn didn’t give him time to think or make up an excuse. “I saw your car in the lot, Gilbert. Where are you?”

Her voice was tight, her tone serious.

“I’m asking nicely—please just answer me honestly.”

“… I’m… I’m in orthopedics,” Gilbert finally stammered, practically deflated.

“Okay,” Sherilyn said, and hung up. Without another word, she slipped her phone into her purse and strode toward the main building.

“So it is her,” Sherilyn said, her voice dropping, certain now.

She let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Wasn’t she supposed to be in Nightwind City? My brother drove her there himself! And she’s back?”

She shot Gilbert a sharp look.

“I’m talking to you! Answer me!”

“Yes.” Gilbert’s jaw was tight as he nodded. “Something happened…”

“What happened?” Sherilyn pressed. “Caroline has no one in Sunhaven except you and my brother. Did she come back for you—or for him?”

“It’s not me!” Gilbert blurted, shaking his head hard. “It’s not me.”

So, her brother, then?

Sherilyn believed him… but not entirely.

Her mouth curled into a cold smile. “If she’s here for my brother, what are you doing here, Gilbert?”