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.

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

a bob cut and

stood in front of a whiteboard, cap in hand, about

it

she could start, a blond girl with piercing blue eyes rushed over and snatched the marker from her

at her, trying to

marker. I got it first.”

eyebrow. “Well, it’s in my hands now.” She asked Jenna,

the girl would return the marker.

1/2

then with a fick of her wrist, tossed the marker

and played tossing the marker around like a ball.

out her cheeks, visibly upset. “That’s not

three children paid her

she’s

dear, she

are so fragler

laughter filled the

large eyes

open. Jenna turned to see a