Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1185

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“She…”

Sherilyn’s voice trembled with disbelief as she glanced at Gilbert. She tapped her temple, her meaning clear even without words.

“Yeah.”

Gilbert nodded, meeting her gaze. He knew she’d figured it out—and he confirmed it.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“No way. No way!”

Sherilyn suddenly barked, stepping forward and shoving open the hospital room door.

“Sherilyn!”

Gilbert blinked and hurried in after her.

“Caroline!”

Sherilyn marched straight up to Caroline, who sat slumped in a wheelchair by the window. She gripped the handles, fixing her with a glare.

A bitter, mocking laugh escaped her lips. “Look at me. Look at me!”

Caroline flinched, her eyes wide and confused, like she didn’t recognize Sherilyn at all.

“You—”

“Cut the act!”

Sherilyn’s eyes flashed, her voice shaking with anger. “You really think you can pull this off? Out of tricks, so you’re playing crazy now? Only someone as clueless as Gilbert would fall for this! Going insane? You? Please. You only drive other people insane.”

She clenched her jaw, her words sharp as broken glass.

“All this over a man? Really? You’ve got no shame left, Caroline!”

“Sherilyn…”

Gilbert hovered behind her, wanting to intervene, but he hesitated, his arm half-raised, uncertain.

Caroline looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears. “Gilbert… Who is she? Why is she yelling at me?”

Gilbert frowned, jaw tight, saying nothing.

“Why?”

Sherilyn felt her own sanity slipping. Maybe Caroline was faking. Maybe she wasn’t. Either way, Sherilyn was about to lose it.

She glared at Caroline, her voice breaking.

“Because you’re shameless!”

She helped Caroline up, only to see a bright gash on Caroline’s arm, blood pouring down.

“Mr. Harrison?” The nurse shot Gilbert a look, panic on her face.

Sherilyn stared at him too.

“What are you looking at me for?”

Gilbert snapped. “Am I a doctor? Go get one, quick!”

“Oh—yes! Right!”

The nurse scrambled to her feet and dashed out in search of help.

“Gilbert…”

Caroline lay half-sprawled on the floor, sobbing, reaching out for him.

Sherilyn scoffed, exhausted. “She’s calling for you. What are you waiting for?”

Without another word, Sherilyn turned and strode out of the room.

“Sherilyn!”

Gilbert called after her, hurrying to catch up and grabbing her arm.

“Why are you following me?” she demanded, voice raw with emotion.