Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



After hanging up the phone, Gilbert turned and made his way to the couch, sinking into its cushions with a heavy sigh.

He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and leaned back, trying to force himself into a moment of rest. He couldn't afford to fall apart now; Sherilyn and her daughter were counting on him.

The first light of dawn was just breaking.

Gilbert jerked awake to the vibration of his phone on the coffee table.

He leaned forward, grabbing it.

"Hello?"

It was Charles, "Mr. Gilbert, Nolan's here, downstairs. He says he's got some news about One."

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With a brief response, Gilbert hung up, grabbed his jacket from the couch, and was ready to head out when—

"I'm coming with you!"

From the direction of the bedroom, Sherilyn burst out.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert looked at her face. Despite having sedated her to ensure she rested through the night, her complexion was still far from good.

"Who was that on the phone? Do you have news about Jenna, don't you?"

Sherilyn clutched his arm, "Take me with you!"

"It's not certain yet."

Gilbert, with a heavy heart, couldn't bear to lie.

"I'm going now to confirm. You're not well; it's better if you stay here and wait for news, okay?"

"No!" Sherilyn held on to his arm, refusing to let go.

Shaking her head, she protested, "How can I stay put? I'll just end up worrying even more! Or what, are you planning to knock me out whenever I get anxious?"

He hadn't planned that.

Pressed for time, Gilbert couldn't ponder any longer. He grasped her hand, nodding, "Okay, we'll go together. Let's go!"

"Thank you!"

Gilbert went back inside briefly and returned with a shawl for Sherilyn, "Let's go."

Downstairs, Charles and Nolan were waiting.

Nolan stepped forward, bowing slightly, "Mr. Nine, Ms. Gomez... We've located One's hideout... but Miss Jenna is with him, our people didn't dare to make a move."

"Into the car, lead the way!"

"Yes, Mr. Nine."

Gilbert, holding Sherilyn's hand, led her to the car.

Nolan and Charles took the lead, with them following closely behind.

Sherilyn held her breath, sitting up straight, her hands clasped together as if in silent prayer.

The car left the Sunset Ridge Community, moving from the old town area into the city center, then the suburbs, and finally stopped.

This place...?

Sherilyn got out of the car, looking around in disbelief. If not for following them, she would have never known such a place existed in Sunhaven. "Mr. Nine."

Nolan, clutching his phone, approached, handing it to Gilbert. "It's the boss."

"Hmm."

Gilbert nodded, taking the phone.

"Hello."

"Nine."

A strange yet vaguely familiar voice came through, laughing mockingly, "Long time no see. Boy, you were so patient back at the Harrison family's place, I knew you were a tough one! Haha..."

Gilbert wasn't in the mood for chitchat, cutting him off with a frown, "Where's my daughter?"

"Oh..."

One seemed to suddenly remember,

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"Ah, right, your little girl. Such a beauty spitting image of you. No one would believe she's not your daughter!"

The more he talked, the more agitated Gilbert became.

"One!"

Gilbert's voice turned icy, "What have you done to my daughter?"

"Oh, calm down, will you? Why the panic?"

One mocked, his tone eerie, "Relax, she's fine for now, sleeping like a baby. But..."

His voice grew darker.

"How she'll be depends on how much you, her dear daddy, care about her, Lee?"

"One! Whatever it is, come at me directly!"

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