Sherilyn wrapped her arms around Jenna, urging, "Then let's get moving."
"Mr. Nine..."
Behind them, Nolan frowned, looking at Gilbert, "The old man just let you take Miss Jenna out like that?"
Something wasn't right...
"Mr. Nine, you look... awful?"
Hearing that, Sherilyn finally turned her attention to Gilbert.
He was indeed off his game.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling ill?"
Sherilyn's brow furrowed, a scent caught her nose, and her gaze fell on his arm, "Why is your arm behind your back?"
"It's nothing..."
Gilbert smiled weakly and shook his head.
Since coming out, his left arm had been hidden behind his back.
"What do you mean, it's nothing?"
Sherilyn's suspicion grew, "Then show me!"
Saying so, she handed Jenna over to Charles and grabbed the man's arm, muttering.
"Did you get into a fight with him? Are you hurt?"
"Sherilyn, it's fine... Don't look..."
"Let me see!"
Sherilyn refused to back down, and the more he resisted, the more it indicated something was wrong.
"Is it a bad injury? I can smell blood!"
In the struggle, Gilbert's wound was pulled, causing him to grimace and grunt, "Ugh!"
"!"
Sherilyn gasped, seeing his face pale as paper, she bit her lip and demanded, "Let me see now!"
With a strong pull, she finally brought his arm around.
The blazer he'd been using to cover his left hand was loosely hanging and fell to the ground...
The smell of blood spread.
"!!" Sherilyn's eyes widened, staring at his hand.
Motionless, speechless.
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