Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 843

Exhausted to the core, Gilbert stumbled out of the cramped cabin, nearly tripping over the doorstep.

"Mr. Nine!"

His bodyguard caught him just in time, eyeing Gilbert's weary, darkened complexion. "Are you alright, sir?"

"I'm fine..."

Gilbert shook his head and suddenly turned to the bodyguards beside and behind him. "Go find someone! Why are you following me?"

"Mr. Nine, we need to protect you..."

"Do I look like I need it?"

Gilbert, infuriated, his eyes brimming with sarcasm, barked, "Just go find Galen!"

"Mr. Nine..."

"Are you still standing here? Go!"

The bodyguards exchanged glances, finally scattering to carry out his orders.

After barking at them, Gilbert felt a throbbing pain in his head. He rubbed his temples, scanning the surroundings. With no streetlights on the mountain and the paths muddied from the rain, the longer it took, the worse it would be. One more person could mean one more hope.

Holding a flashlight, Gilbert joined the search...

As the voices around him faded, the beam from his flashlight illuminated the path ahead. He occasionally glanced at his phone, anxious not to miss any calls or messages.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way!

Too late!

By the time Gilbert realized it, he was already falling, his balance lost, plummeting straight down!

"Nolan! Help!"

His pupils constricted as he shouted upward. But the fall was too quick, and his cries plunged down with him!

"Ugh!"

Grazing past rocks, Gilbert winced in pain; his flashlight long gone, he plunged into utter darkness and confusion. A fear crept up from within—was this how it was going to end?