<b>Chapter 351</b>


    Gilbert’s patience was wearing thin. “Out with it! he demanded.


    Charles hesitated before finally speaking, “It’s about that taxi… they’ve found it.”


    “And Sherilyn?” Gilbert pressed, his voiceced with urgency.


    Shaking his head, Charles replied, “No word on her yet…”Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    Instantly, Gilbert’s temper red. “And you call this news?”


    Charles hung his head in shame, unable to muster a defense.


    However, Edgar Ferguson, overhearing the conversation, zeroed in on the critical piece of information. “Sherilyn’s missing?!”


    So, Gilbert was here looking for Sherilyn?


    Observing their reactions, it was clear to Gilbert that Sherilyn wasn’t here.


    “Charles, let’s go.”


    “Yes, Mr. Gilbert.”


    “Hold on!”


    But how could Edgar let them just walk away? Grabbing Gilbert by the shoulder, he demanded, “Spill it. How did Sherilyn go missing?”


    Seeing their frantic search and recalling the morning’s altercation… He and Gilbert hade to blows!


    Ovee with rage and disregarding any semnce of decorum, Edgar confronted Gilbert. “Did youy a hand on Sherilyn? Did you hurt her?”


    Gilbert paused, not denying it.


    Though he hadn’t physically harmed Sherilyn, he had to admit his behavior was hardly better.


    “You!” Edgar’s assumption seemed confirmed. “Asshole!”


    In a fit of anger, Edgar grabbed Gilbert’s cor, his fury palpable. “Are you even a man? How could you hurt Sherilyn?”


    Suddenly, his fist flew towards Gilbert.


    “Mr. Gilbert!”


    Gilbert didn’t dodge, taking the punch squarely. Edgar’s blow was powerful, cutting Gilbert’s lip and drawing blood.


    Charles rushed forward in rm, trying to pull Edgar back. “Mr. Ferguson, please, calm down!”


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    But Edgar was beyond calming.


    “Let me go!”


    Held back by Charles and still nursing his own injuries, Edgar couldn’t reach Gilbert again.


    His eyes burning with usation, he bellowed, “You struck her? How could you bring yourself to do that?”


    To him, Sherilyn was someone precious, someone he would never even dream of <i>scolding</i>, let alone harming.


    Gilbert, wiping the blood from his lip, locked eyes with Edgar. “If not for your undying obsession, would we have fought?”


    Stunned, Edgar burst intoughter, which quickly turned to tears. “Gilbert, are you questioning your trust in Sherilyn or your own confidence?”


    What did that mean?


    Suddenly serious, Edgar shot back, “Last night, Sherilyn had a bike ident. She hit her head, and I was the one who took her to the hospital. I stayed with her all night. Don’t believe me? Check the hospital records. It’s the truth.”


    He red at Gilbert. “After how you’ve treated her, why are you even fighting for her? If you can’t treat her right, give her back to me!”


    “In your dreams!” Gilbert shouted, releasing Edgar.


    With a coldugh, he dered, “She was mine in the past, she’s mine now, and she’ll always be mine!”


    With that, he turned and left.


    “Gilbert, you jerk! What kind of man are <i>you</i>?”


    Once outside and in the car, Charles received another call, turning pale <i>as </i>he hung <i>up</i>.


    <i>“</i>Alright, I got it.”


    He looked at Gilbert, clearly troubled.


    Gilbert, running out of patience, snapped, “Spit it <i>out</i>!”


    “Yes!” Charles jumped, blurting out, “They’ve found the taxi driver. <i>He</i>… he just got <i>out </i>of jail.”