Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Argh..."

Sherilyn was swinging wildly, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the world around her. The only sounds were the anguished yells and the crashing of objects breaking. The man sprawled on the ground, caught unawares, raised his arms to shield his head.

He was a paparazzo, and what shattered was his camera.

He had been tailing Sherilyn, hoping to snap some 'exclusive' shots, but instead of exclusives, he got a beating! "Stop it!"

The paparazzo, wincing from the pain in his arm, shouted.

"Stop! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

But Sherilyn, as if deaf to his pleas, kept swinging the brick in her hand erratically.

"Hey!"

The paparazzo growled, grabbing her wrist, "I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear?"

Sherilyn's eyes snapped open at the grip on her arm, staring blankly at the man before her without moving a muscle. "Scream!"

She let out a piercing scream and raised the brick again!

"Are you crazy? If you keep this up, I'm going to have to defend myself!"

He tried to snatch the brick from her. "Give it here!"

"No! Don't touch me! Ah..."

"Stop!"

Rapid footsteps approached from behind.

The paparazzo felt a sudden jerk at the back of his neck, then he was pulled away and tossed aside.

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert, rushing to the scene, flung the paparazzo aside, handing him off to Charles who was following close behind. "Stay back!"

Sherilyn shouted as Gilbert attempted to approach her.

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert froze, noticing her abnormal state.

Her face was ghostly pale, her lips colorless, and her eyes vacant.

It was as if she didn't recognize him.

"Sherilyn, what's wrong with you? Look at me, it's Gilbert!"

He took a step forward, trying to get closer.

"Stay back!"

Ignoring him, Sherilyn's voice was stern and terrified, tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

"I told you to stay back!"

Clutching half a brick, her body trembled violently.

This couldn't go on. She might hurt herself!

Gilbert frowned, stepping quickly towards her and raised his hand to the back of her neck. With a soft groan, Sherilyn's eyelids drooped, and she collapsed into Gilbert's arms.

Gilbert cradled her with one arm, taking the brick from her hand with the other, and then glanced at the bodyguard who had followed

"Bring the car around!"

"Yes, Mr. Nine!"

...

"Mr. Nine, where to?"

Gilbert glanced at the woman in his arms, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face, "To Blue Haven."

Sherilyn in such a state might alarm Jenna.

And they needed a doctor to examine her.

"Yes, Mr. Nine."

Arriving at Blue Haven, Gilbert carried Sherilyn from the car into the main bedroom of the South Building.

The doctor had been contacted en route and arrived shortly before them.

"Please, examine her."

"Of course."

After the examination, the doctor reassured Gilbert.

"Mr. Nine, rest assured, Ms. Gomez's physical health is fine."

However, "Based on what you

described, it seems Ms. Gomez may have suffered a shock, a

psychological one. I'm not a

specialist in that area. If you net

concerned, Mr. Nine, it might be best to consult an expert in mental health."

"Understood."

Gilbert nodded, deep in thought, and gestured for the doctor to leave.

Once alone, Gilbert sat by the bed, quietly observing Sherilyn, lost in contemplation.

The doctor's words echoed in his Merilyn's loss of control

could be due to psychological el

reasons...

Perhaps, that was indeed the case.

He had seen Sherilyn lose control like this several times before.