Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 52

'What's the point of asking her again? Am I just setting myself up for another polite 'no, thank you?' Gilbert thought. He wasn't one to make himself miserable.

Charles and the others exchanged glances. Who were they to argue if Gilbert had made up his mind?

After seven o'clock in the evening, Sherilyn told the nurse softly, "I'll be right outside. Call out if you need me."

The nurse nodded. "Okay."

Sherilyn grabbed her bag and stepped out.

By then, Gilbert and the others had finished their dinner. Allen and Abel were nowhere in sight, leaving only Charles discussing business matters.

Sherilyn didn't glance their way as she went to the kitchen. She pulled a container out of her backpack. Inside were a pancake and hard-boiled eggs. The eggs were ready to eat, but the pancake would be hard and cold. She popped it in the microwave for three

minutes.

When she took it out, muttering about the heat, Gilbert happened to come in for a drink.

Pretending not to notice, he filled a glass with water.

When he turned around, Sherilyn was already nibbling on her pancake. Was that her dinner? It seemed even less than what she had for lunch. At least there was some variety

then.

indifferently. "Sherilyn, are you trying to live

up, but he had turned

went

disliked her so much that he even criticized her

nearby couch. Neither of them dared to sleep deeply, merely

grabbed Sylvia's hand. "Sylvia, are

rushed over from

tell something was

"Call a doctor!"

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hit the call button, and Gilbert ran out,

minute, medical

curtain, separating Sherilyn and Gilbert from the scene. The impending urgency wasn't something for

sight, Sherilyn and Gilbert stayed, listening

got a blockage!

is too thick.

'Add saline. Dilute it!"