Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 889

"What the hell did you just say?!"

Gilbert was so shocked that he blurted out a curse. A menacing look appeared in his dark eyes as he grabbed Edgar by the collar with one hand, raising his other fist high as if to strike.

Edgar, however, neither dodged nor flinched; instead, he closed his eyes, as if resigned to whatever would come. "Go ahead, hit me. I'm a jerk."

Gilbert's face was a furious shade of purple, his jaw clenched so tightly that his fist quivered with the effort to restrain himself. Yet, despite his anger, he couldn't bring himself to let the punch fly. This was the man Sherilyn cared about-he just couldn't hit him. With his lips pressed into a tight line, Gilbert growled, "Why?"

"Why?"

When the expected blow didn't land, Edgar slowly opened his eyes, chuckling softly as he shook his head, "I don't know, I just fell out of love..."

"Jerk!"

Gilbert was on the verge of exploding, his jaw set tight. Then, a thought crossed his mind, "Is it because of the trending news? Because I came forward to clear things up?" "Maybe," Edgar replied, raising an eyebrow.

Gilbert felt a pang in his chest, his mind clouded with disbelief. "Did you just find out she used to be with me? You fell for her when she was still my wife!"

"You were the one who said her past didn't matter to you, that you only cared about her future."

"Yeah," Edgar replied lightly, "I did say that..."

"So, what the hell is it then?"

Gilbert's frustration was boiling over. Suddenly, he thought of something else, "Is it because of that photo...? Are you upset about Sherilyn's night at the Neon Nights Bar?" Gilbert had managed to suppress the rumors about Sherilyn and Ernest, but Yates knew the truth. And if Yates knew, so did Edgar.

"You..."

Gilbert was uncertain, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Don't tell me you doubt Sherilyn's character? You despise her?"

Edgar frowned, remaining silent.

Was he admitting it?

"You actually..." Gilbert's anger was mixed with disbelief, "You despise Sherilyn?! You dare to despise her?!"

His fist rose again. This time, Edgar didn't even bother to close his eyes. Yet, Gilbert couldn't strike him. Instead, he grabbed Edgar's

shoulders, "Come on! Let's go!"

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"Where?"

"To see Sherilyn!"

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Gilbert began dragging him out, "This is all a misunderstanding! Sherilyn never had anything with Ernest! I swear on my honor, absolutely not!" "Let go!"

Edgar frowned, struggling to break free, growling, "I'll say it again, I don't like her anymore! I won't go see her!"

Gilbert was stunned, staring at the young man before him. Fell out of love?

"Why?"

Liking someone might not require a reason, but falling out of love surely did!

"Can't answer?"

Gilbert sneered, his laughter cold, "In the end, you still don't trust her! You despise her!"

He pointed accusingly at Edgar, his teeth clenched, "Edgar, you're nothing special! I overestimated you!"

Full of scorn and mockery, "Someone like you, I wouldn't even bother hitting!"

What point was there in bringing Edgar to Sherilyn now? With a huff, he turned and walked away.

...

In the infusion room, the nurse had

just removed Sherilyn's IV. Rebecca White pressed a cotton ball against the spot, while Sherilyn offered a weak smile, "I can manage...

"Manage what?"

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Rebecca White gave her a playful glare, teasing, "Just rest, will you? Turning a cold into something this severe, aren't you behaving a bit too delicate?"

Sherilyn played the 'innocent' card, "I'm usually quite healthy, just don't know what happened this time... turned into a real damsel in distress."