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.

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

to one child in particular, a girl with a bob cut and bangs, her large, grape–like eyes sparkling with

in front of a whiteboard, cap

Give it

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

slightly, looked up at her, trying to

my marker. I

an eyebrow. “Well, it’s in my hands

the girl would return the marker. “Can I have it back, please?”

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two boys nearby then with

tossing the marker around like

visibly upset.

paid her no mind

she’s

Oh, dear,

so fragler

laughter filled

stood still, her large eyes brimming with

the playroom swung open. Jenna turned to see a