Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 291

On the third night, after attending a dinner with suppliers, Gilbert felt off as he left the dining hall. Shadows danced before his eyes, and his body swayed on if about to collapse.

“Mr. Gilbert Charles rushed to his nido, hin voice filled with concern. “We can’t delay any longer! There’s nothing pressing now; let’s get you to a hospital, shall we?”

“Okay.”

Gilbert didn’t argue. With the supplier issue resolved and his responsibilities at home. squared away, he allowed Charles to support film to the car, feeling increasingly unsteady and his throat burning like he’d swallowed hot coals.

At the hospital.

“Mr. Gilbert, just wait here a moment; I’ll go check in.”

“Alright.”

Gilbert waited for Charles in the lobby’s seating area. Luckily, he was usually pretty healthy and started feeling a bit better after resting for a while.

To the left of the lobby was a playroom.

Its walls were made of clear glass, allowing Gilbert to see inside from where he sat.

evening, the room was sparsely populated, with just a few kids

particular, a girl with a bob cut and bangs, her

of a

it here!”

could start, a blond girl with piercing blue eyes rushed over

at her, trying

marker. I got it first.”

in my hands now.” She asked Jenna, “You wanted to

nodded, hopeful the girl would return the marker. “Can I have it

1/2

two boys nearby then with a fick of her wrist, tossed the

played tossing the marker around

puffed out her cheeks, visibly upset. “That’s not fair…”

the three children paid her

she’s

Oh, dear, she

so

laughter filled the

still, her large eyes brimming with tears.

the playroom swung open. Jenna turned to see