Whispers Turn

Suddenly, Gilbert glared at Ms. Smith, his narrow, deep eyes radiating a deadly chill 

“You dare lay a finger on her? So you can’t keep your disgraceful dad in line, and you go after a helpless girl instead?” 

Ms. Smith was taken aback, glaring back at Gilbert with fury. “Who the hell are you? One of her patrons? Ha! Such a filthy woman, you men must be born with a taste for trash, 

Gilbert sneered as he pulled Sherilyn close, his grip tightening until his knuckles whitened. “If you weren’t a woman, do you think you’d still be standing here in one piece? Still able to spew your garbage at me?” 

Ms. Smith was startled. Though his tone was calm, the towering rage in his voice was unmistakable. 

“Get lost!” 

The next second, Gilbert’s demeanor changed from gentle to disgusted, growling lowly. “Move it, or I can’t promise I won’t get physical!” 

Ms. Smith swallowed hard. “You… Fine, you’ll see!” She didn’t dare to confront him and scrambled away, a mess, 

“Sherilyn?” Gilbert looked down at the person in his arms, her complexion still pale. “How are you feeling?” 

“Ah…” 

Sherilyn opened her mouth but couldn’t make a sound. It was more than that; her throat felt like it was sliced open and burning. Tears welled up in her eyes. 

Gilbert’s expression darkened, veins throbbing on his forehead, as he swiftly scooped her into his arms. “Don’t be scared, we’re heading to the hospital now, you’ll be okay.” 

Leaning against him, Sherilyn felt somewhat dazed. Was she confused? Could she really see concern… and affection in Gilbert’s eyes? No, she must be mistaken. 

At the hospital, Sherilyn underwent a thorough examination. 

“What happened to her?” The doctor, examining the scans, frowned deeply. “Her vocal cords and cartilage are damaged.” 

Considering the extent of the injury, the doctor cast a suspicious glance at Gilbert, wondering if he was responsible. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Gilbert was clearly annoyed. “Just tell me how serious it is, will you?” 

“It’s not too grave, The doctor said, “You’ll need medication, both oral and topical, and 

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watch your diet. For a while, you shouldn’t, and really can’t, speak. Just take it easy.” 

Was it that severe? 

Gilbert’s eyes narrowed, anger swirling within. Ernest’s daughter, to think she’d go this far! 

“Here’s the prescription, go get the medicine.” 

“Alright.” 

Gilbert took the prescription, looking down at Sherilyn. “I’ll be right back with your medicine. Just sit here and wait for me.” 

About to leave, he remembered the last time they were at a hospital, he went to pay the bill, and she disappeared. So, he warned her in a stern tone, “Don’t even think about running off, got it?” 

Sherilyn nodded, promising she’d stay put. 

Gilbert then turned and left to get the medicine. 

After a while, Gilbert returned with the medication. The doctor applied the topical ointment to Sherilyn. “Just like that, change it every two days.” 

“Got it.” 

Gilbert glanced at Sherilyn, motioning with his chin. “Alright, we can go now.” 

Sherilyn attempted to push herself up, but a crushing pain in her chest quickly reminded her that she hadn’t fully recovered yet. 

Turning back, Gilbert’s brows furrowed in irritation, his voice gruff. “Why are you always such a hassle? Tell me, what are you good for besides causing me trouble?”