Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



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.

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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.

Nolan and Charles also saw it, both inhaling sharply in shock.

"You, you..."

Tears welled up in Sherilyn's eyes, her voice hoarse, "Your hand... how could it?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Gilbert lifted his right hand, cupping her face, "Don't worry, I'll go talk to Naylor right now. It can still be reattached; it won't be gone forever..."

What was he saying?

Sherilyn choked on her tears, unable to speak.

So, he had traded his fingers for Jenna's safety!

"Mmm..." Sherilyn bit her lower lip, her sob muffled in her throat. She looked up, speechless.

"It's okay."

Gilbert's fingertips brushed her cheeks, smiling gently, "You better accompany Jenna to the hospital. I need to see Naylor... If too much time passes, my fingers might not be reattachable."

Sherilyn's lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing, just nodded, Jenna

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got into the car.

Sitting in the car, she looked at Gilbert through the window, her eyes red, tears streaming down her face.

"Go..."

Gilbert stood there, smiling, waving at her. "Take care."

As the car window rolled up, Sherilyn's gaze lingered...

The car drove away, Gilbert no longer in sight...

"!"

Suddenly, Gilbert closed his eyes, his body swaying.

"Mr. Nine!"

Nolan barely caught him, "How are you feeling?"

"..." Gilbert was clearly not okay, but he had to endure the pain.

Now that Sherilyn was gone, he no longer needed to hide his weakness.

Breathing hard, he said, "Let's go see Naylor! Quick..."

"Right!"

"Quick, help Mr. Nine into the car!"

"Call the hospital first! And have someone wait here!"

"Got it!"