Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 283

"Ms. Hansen!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Rebecca burst through the door of the neighboring room. "Sherilyn is in severe pain, you need to do something, quick!"

What if it turns into something like a perforated intestine?

"Is it that bad?"

Daphne didn't waste a second, springing into action and heading to the next room.

By this time, Sherilyn was in so much pain she couldn't even speak. "It's... it's..." "Try not to talk."

Daphne gestured for silence and turned to Rebecca, "Did you call the front desk?"

"I did." But the front desk was clueless on how to help.

"No way!"

Gritting her teeth, Daphne made a snap decision, "Even if the roads are blocked, we need to get her to the hospital! Are we just going to wait here for her to die?"

She instructed Rebecca, "Help Sherilyn change into something more comfortable. I'll go replace Morse to bring the car around and get someone to help carry her." Morse was the logistics manager.

"I refuse to believe that if we explain the situation, the traffic police won't let us through in an emergency."

"Right, Ms. Hansen!"

After Daphne left, Rebecca hurriedly helped Sherilyn change.

It wasn't long before Daphne was back, "All set?"

"Yeah, we're ready."

Daphne glanced at the young man from logistics, "Lift Sherilyn, please. She can't walk."

"Understood, Ms. Hansen."

The young man approached the bed, and with Rebecca's assistance, Sherilyn was hoisted onto his back. "Ugh..."

Sherilyn grimaced with pain, her eyes shut tight, the position pressing on her stomach.

"Hang in there, Sherilyn. It'll be easier once we're in the car."

With Sherilyn on his back, the young man stepped out the door, followed by Daphne and Rebecca.

At the entrance, Morse had the car ready, but the storm was raging; stepping outside was like getting slapped by the wind and rain.

Morse looked concerned, "Ms. Hansen, it's too risky to drive in this weather!"

Daphne knew the risks, but leaving Sherilyn in this condition wasn't an option either.

"Ms. Hansen!"

The young man carrying Sherilyn hesitated, "If something goes wrong, we're violating city orders, and there won't be any insurance coverage!" Their concerns were valid, especially with visibility under fifty feet in the stormy weather.

Seeing Daphne's dilemma, Rebecca grew anxious, "Ms. Hansen?"

In the midst of their hesitation, a roaring sound suddenly filled the sky.

Actually, the noise had been circling above for a while, just drowned out by the storm.

Now, as Daphne and Rebecca looked up, they could see it descending...

"A helicopter!" Rebecca exclaimed in surprise.

The roaring, it turned out, came from it!

Everyone froze, unsure of what to make of the situation.

The helicopter slowly landed in the square, and then the cabin door opened. Two tall men, wearing goggles and dark green flight suits, stepped out. Gilbert in the lead, with Charles right behind him.

Through his goggles, Gilbert immediately noticed Sherilyn, lying helplessly on the back of the logistics guy.

Her eyes were closed, her pain evident.

Without wasting a moment, Gilbert stepped forward, arms outstretched, "Hand her over."

Daphne was stunned, not expecting him to show up. How did he even get the news?

But questions could wait, she signaled the young man, "Hurry up!"

"Right!"

From the young man's arms, Gilbert lifted Sherilyn, cradling her sideways like a princess.

Without the pressure on her stomach, Sherilyn instinctively found a more comfortable position in his embrace.

Gilbert's heart skipped a beat when he realized!

The extent of Sherilyn's pain was evident; her face was covered in cold sweat, her hair damp and sticking to her cheeks.