Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The pain had the thug gasping for breath.

"Don't let her looks fool you, she's fierce! I might have torn off her jacket, but she smashed the car window with one kick! Grabbing a shard, she started stabbing me!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve. "I'm not lying! Just look..."

The cuts on the thug's arm were testament to his story.

He burst into tears, "It was all her doing! Waaah..."

"Shut it! Stop your howling!" Gilbert wasn't there to listen to his whining. "Where is she now?"

"I don't know..."

Still clueless?!

Gilbert suddenly closed his eyes, then looked down at Caroline, who was clinging to him. "Caroline, let go! I swear I'll end him today!"

The stubborn mule wasn't opening up until he saw the coffin!

"No..." Caroline was too scared to let go, "He really might not know!"

"Ouch!"

The thug curled up on the ground, crying even harder, "I honestly don't know! After she stabbed me, she ran off! I...I couldn't catch her..."

"Gilbert!"

Caroline looked up at him, "I think he's telling the truth! He has no reason to hide anything at this point!"

Gilbert understood the logic, his eyes shut tightly, his heart sinking into despair... Where on earth could Sherilyn be?

And if she used a piece of glass on the thug, was she hurt too?

His eyes snapped open. "Where? Where did she go?"

"What...where?" The thug's brain was a mess.

"Damn it!"

"Gilbert!" Caroline held him tighter, barely holding on.

"I remember now! I do!"

Scared out of his wits by Gilbert's anger, the thug blurted through tears.

"Emerald Vista Avenue! That's where she got out of the car!"

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Francis, seated in his wheelchair, frowned deeply before finally speaking. "Gilbert, enough. Let him go."

His gaze towards the thug was like looking at trash.

His tone was gentle, as if making casual conversation.

Though his words were soft, they sent shivers down the spine.

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Emerald Vista Avenue.

The place was desolate, no village in sight, no shops behind, and no development nearby.

Where could someone possibly go after getting off there?

As the first light broke, Sawyer, Charles, and their team were scouring the area around Emerald Vista Avenue.

The night had passed, and Gilbert hadn't slept a wink.

Sherilyn had been missing for almost 24 hours.

She had left without a warm coat, without her phone...

In Sunhaven, she had no family, no friends. Where was she staying? Was she cold? Hungry?

Why was he still here, safe and sound? Why wasn't it him suffering instead?

"Any news?"

Sylvia woke up and came downstairs, only to find there was still no word. Her worry sent her blood pressure soaring again.