NovelAppStepping out of the hospital, she froze.
No, she couldn't just leave. The next day, she was supposed to board a plane to be shipped abroad. In a foreign country, clueless and alone, she'd be even more lost!- So, she stood by the entrance, waiting for Gilbert. He had to show up eventually.
As tticked away, Sherilyn's legs went numb, and the sky darkened, followed by a sudden downpour.
Just when Sherilyn thought Gilbert might spend the night inside, he appeared. The soft light lit up his figure, putting the spotlight on his handsface and his gentle, aristocratic aura. Gilbert frowned. "Ugh, stop her!" "Yes, sir!" Midway, Sherilyn got blocked, unable to get any closer.
"Gilbert, I have something important to tell you!" she called out desperately.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Gilbert didn't even spare her a glance.
The driver pulled up the car at the curb, and Gilbert strode forward, opened the door, and ducked inside.
Sherilyn couldn't believe it and shouted, "Gilbert! Please! I need to talk to you!" Yet, Gilbert seemed not to hear, closing the door and instructing the driver, "Drive." As the car started to pull away, Sherilyn, wide-eyed, saw it begin to distance.
"Gilbert!" At that moment, Sherilyn found an unknown strength, pushed past Allen, who was blocking her, and chased after the car.
"Gilbert! Gilbert! Stop the car! Please, stop the car! Waa..." She ran, shouted, and cried all at once.
She ran so fast, the air rushing into her lungs, sharp as needles. But the car only got farther away until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn's foot slipped, and she fell hard on the ground. "Ah..." Sherilyn cried out in pain. In the car, Abel glanced back and whispered, "Mr. Gilbert, Mrs. Johnson has fallen." Was that so? Gilbert glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn lying in the rain, thoroughly soaked, and frowned.
But it was just for a moment, then said grimly, "It's just a fall. She's not that fragile. What could happen? Drive faster! I don't want her catching up and causing more !" Abel replied, "Yes, Mr. Gilbert." Sherilyn watched the car speed away, the light in her eyes dimming.
She stretched out her arms, struggling to rise from the ground. Her fair arms and palms were all scraped and bleeding, mixing with the rain.
At that moment, the pain was intense, piercing to the bone.
Sherilyn closed her eyes, her tears mingling with the torrential rain.
Back at Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn was mentally and physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to change her wet clothes. What other paths did she have? Who else could help her? Suddenly, Sherilyn remembered something and pulled out her phone. She didn't scroll through her contacts but dialed a number she knew by heart.
After dialing, she hit the call button.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe ringtone echoed, Sherilyn, holding her breath, faintly hopeful.
"Hello?" A woman's voice cthrough.
In that instant, the light in Sherilyn's eyes extinguished. The content is on novelenglish.net! "Hello, who is it? Speak up." The woman repeatedly asked, "If you don't speak, I'm hanging up." The next second, the call ended.
Sherilyn clenched her phone tightly, her jaw set, tears falling against her will. She was foolish to have made this call! She threw the phone aside, burying her head into the pillow.
She spent the night in turmoil, not knowing when she had fallen asleep. When Sherilyn woke up with a pounding headache, the doorbell wouldn't stop ringing, each chsharper than the last. Perhaps out of impatience, the door opened on its own.
Gilbert stepped in with his handsface clouded with a dark expression.
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