Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Nolan froze, shaking his head, "I don't know..."

"Don't know?" Naylor's anger was palpable, his eyes blazing with fury.

His son was in this predicament because of her, and she hadn't even bothered to show up?

"Bring her to me!"

If anything happened to Nine, Sherilyn wouldn't escape unscathed either!

"Yes, sir!"

...

"Ouch!"

Sherilyn was peeling apples for Jenna when she accidentally cut her finger, blood immediately streaming out.

"Yikes!"

Sophia, sitting nearby, quickly handed her some tissues. "What were you thinking? Are you peeling apples or your finger? Hurry! Go to the nurse's station and get that treated!" "Okay, sure."

Sherilyn, still in a daze, nodded, pressing the tissue to her bleeding finger, and stood up to leave.

Just then, the door burst open.

It was Nolan with some men.

Sherilyn had seen Nolan before, and her heart sank, the pain in her finger growing sharper.

Was something wrong with Gilbert?

"Listen..." Nolan said, restraining himself, arm outstretched, "For Mr. Nine's sake, I won't rough you up. Please, come with me..."

Sherilyn frowned but didn't resist, silently walking ahead.

...

Gilbert had been moved from the ER to the VIP ward in the internal medicine department.

"After you."

Nolan stood at the door, pushed it open, and nudged Sherilyn inside.

Sherilyn stumbled, nearly falling, but managed to steady herself, frowning.

Seated on the couch in the living area, Naylor looked up at her, his gaze icy.

He gestured with his finger, instructing his men.

"Tie her up."

"Right away!"

Sherilyn was taken aback.

Two bodyguards approached, ropes in hand, wrapping them around her upper body, securing her. "What are you doing?"

Sherilyn was shocked, struggling in vain. She glared at Naylor, "Let me go! You have no right to do this!" "Do you even care?"

Naylor ignored her, focusing on her face, then pointing inside. "Look! Look closely!"

Through the glass wall, Sherilyn could see Gilbert lying in the bed, a nurse by his side.

"Because of you, my son is still in critical condition!"

Naylor's voice dripped with venom, "Listen well, if he's fine, I'll

ll, if he's fine, I'll spare y

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miserable life! But if he's not...

He left the sentence unfinished, not wanting to jinx his own son.

After a pause, he continued, "You won't live either!"

Sherilyn stiffened.

The next moment, she was thrown onto the couch.

Naylor stood up, glanced at Nolan, "Keep a close eye on her! If anything else happens, you're finished!" "Yes, sir!"

Once they left, silence enveloped the room.

Sherilyn sat there, dazed, facing the glass wall, watching everything inside...

Since Gilbert was lying down, she couldn't see his face.

But she could see he was on a respirator. Was it so serious he couldn't breathe on his own?

Why?

What had happened?

Sherilyn looked up at the bodyguard beside her, "What happened to him?"

The bodyguard glanced at her coldly, "You don't know? Our Mr. Nine was bitten twice by a rattlesnake white saving your brother. He carried your brother through the woods for over two hours..."

Without immediate medical

ention, the venom had

leading to severe muscle

respiratory paralysis. Candelinet

Sherilyn turned pale, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Suddenly.

Gilbert bolted upright in bed!

"Ugh..."

Vomiting violently, the nurse hurriedly grabbed a bin to catch it while pressing the emergency call button.