Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 426

"Swear on what, a slice of pizza?" Gilbert barked in frustration. "Is there a blanket in the car?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, there's one!"

His subordinate scrambled to fetch the blanket.

Gilbert bent down, undoing the ropes that bound Sherilyn's wrists and ankles, and lifted her into his arms, gently touching her face.

"Sorry, I got here too late."

"Ugh..." Sherilyn leaned into him, her face turning pale as a sheet, cold sweat streaming down.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert panicked, immediately realizing something was amiss. "Did I hurt you? Did they hurt you? Where did they hurt you?"

"My shoulder..."

Sherilyn barely managed to whisper, her voice so faint, on the side she was leaning against Gilbert.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Upon hearing this, Gilbert tried to let go, but that only resulted in a more painful groan from Sherilyn.

"Does it hurt?" Gilbert was dripping with sweat and frantically apologizing, "Sorry, sorry, I'll be more careful, okay?"

It took a soaked shirt and a lot of panic before he managed to carefully shift Sherilyn to a more comfortable position.

"Is this better?" He cooed gently, "Hang in there, we're heading to the hospital now."

Sherilyn nodded, too in pain to speak.

She was in a daze, hardly believing he had come for her, that he had actually tracked her down here.

Sherilyn weakly lifted her hand towards Gilbert.

"What is it?" Gilbert hastily took her hand. "Need something?"

"No..." Sherilyn shook her head, pointing at his forehead. "Blood..."

Gilbert paused, then touched his forehead, realizing he had nicked it when he rammed the door with the car.

He laughed it off, "Just a scratch, it's nothing."

Sherilyn stayed silent, her thoughts churning with complexity.

Meanwhile, Yuna and Ladd, seeing the situation turning sour, quietly got up and made a break for it while no one was watching.