Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Sherilyn! You think you can just run away?"

Without a second thought, Caroline was hot on her heels.

Sherilyn was fast, but Caroline was relentless. Finally, she caught up with her in the elevator lobby.

"Stop running!"

Caroline grabbed Sherilyn's arm fiercely, her gaze both angry and icy.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Running away, huh? After what you've done to Gilbert, you think you can just escape?"

"Me? Done to him?"

Hmph. Sherilyn smirked, her expression cool and her thoughts clear. "How he got hurt, you disembarked the plane with him, don't you know? His injury has nothing to do with me!"

"Really?"

Caroline responded sarcastically, "Yes, his injury might not be your fault! But can you say his condition now isn't related to you? He delayed getting treatment because of you! Despite his serious injuries, he insisted on seeing you. That just shows how poorly you've treated him!"

What kind of logic is that?

Sherilyn shook her head with a scoff, "That's his own problem! I had no idea he was hurt; he never mentioned a thing to me!" "His condition today is his own choice! It has nothing to do with me. Don't pin this on me; I'm not taking the blame!" "You..."

Seeing she couldn't argue back, Caroline clenched her teeth in frustration, "Well aren't you sharp-tongued! I'm done arguing!" Grabbing Sherilyn, she insisted, "Come with me! You're his girlfriend. You can't just abandon your boyfriend in his time of need!" "Let go!"

Sherilyn frowned, struggling to free herself, "Girlfriend?"

Then, with a cool laugh, she said, "Didn't you know? Gilbert and I broke up. We're over! I'm not his girlfriend anymore."

What? In an instant, Caroline's eyes widened in shock.

This was news to her. When did this happen? Was it during her time away in Switzerland?

They had broken up?

Caught off guard, Sherilyn stepped into the opening elevator doors without another glance back.

As the elevator doors closed, Caroline stood there, dazed, making no move to follow.

Back at Sunset Ridge Community, the sound of Jenna's crying welcomed her.

"Waaah..."

Sophia was trying to soothe her, "There, there, no need to cry..."

While checking her forehead, she murmured, "You're not hot. Jenna, honey, can you tell Sophia where it hurts?"

Rebecca was the first to notice her, "Mommy's back."

"Oh dear." Sophia turned around, "Look, Jenna, mommy's here."

"Mommy!" Jenna's tearful eyes reached out for her.

"Mommy's got you."

Sherilyn, heart aching, embraced her

Kissing her forehead.

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"Um..." Jenna considered, then shook her head with tears still in her eyes, "Nope."

Then, she snuggled closer to her mom, "Just missed mommy."

"Is that so." Sherilyn smiled softly, "Mommy's here now, and mommy missed Jenna too."

"Mommy." Jenna looked up, eyes hopeful, "Mr. Johnson didn't come. He lied! Mr. Johnson's a meanie!"

Hearing this, a pang shot through Sherilyn's heart...

"No, sweetheart."

Settling down on the couch with

Jenna, Sherilyn spoke gently, "Moet

Johnson came last night, but

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na

was fast asleep, so he didn't want to wake you."

"That's right." Rebecca chimed in, "I can vouch for that."

"Really?" Jenna pouted slightly, "It's all Jenna's fault for sleeping..."

Not wanting her daughter to feel disappointed, Sherilyn picked up her phone, showing her a video from the previous night, "Look, Jenna, Mr. Johnson did hold you last night, and he even set off fireworks for you."