Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 688

Through that crack, the flames outside soared high into the night sky!

For Sherilyn, those flames were once the harbingers of her doom, yet now, she saw in them a glimmer of hope for life!

"Jenna, Jenna…"

Tears streaming down her face, Sherilyn called out for her daughter.

Unloved by the world, living had been a constant struggle for her, but she couldn't die. Not yet. What would become of Jenna if she were gone?

If she were to die, Jenna would endure the same bleak existence.

Jenna was still so young...

No, she couldn't let Jenna have the same life she had endured!

She had to survive. She must, for what right did she have as a mother to selfishly leave this world just because she was tired?

"Jenna, Jenna…"

Repeating her daughter's name was the only thing keeping her going.

With no strength left in her body, Sherilyn crawled on the ground, inching towards the crack, slowly raising her hand in a futile attempt to pry it open.

"Jenna, Jenna…"

With each utterance, another tear rolled down her cheek.

But it was no use.

Even if the iron door was frail, it wasn't something a woman could open by force.

"Sobbing…"

Sherilyn broke down, unsure of what to do next.

"Jenna, Jenna…"

She had tried her best, but it seemed like she was of no use at all.

Her delicate fingers scratched at the crack, nails splitting and blood seeping through the crevices...

And it didn't stop there. Soon, her fingertips and palms were cut, blood covering her hands, following the lines of her skin…

"Jenna, Jenna… Sobbing…"

Entering the flames, Edgar was mentally prepared for the possibility that he might not find Sherilyn in the vastness of the Harrison family's warehouse.

But having witnessed her abduction right before his eyes, and now having tracked her here, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Perhaps, just maybe, he’d find her. Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, he had to try.

Because that one in ten thousand chance might be Sherilyn's only shot at survival.

Edgar braved the interior, dodging the most intense fire as much as possible.

Water continuously fell from above—firefighters in action. The fire seemed to be weakening gradually.

Amidst the intertwining of firelight and smoke, Edgar was quickly soaked through.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn!"

Every so often, Edgar would lift the blanket, looking around and calling out.

"Sherilyn, are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Sherilyn, if you can hear me, please respond, okay?"