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.

room was sparsely populated, with just a few kids inside.

child in particular, a girl with a bob cut

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

Give it

blue eyes rushed over and snatched the

at her, trying to reason

was my marker. I

“Well, it’s in my hands now.” She asked Jenna, “You wanted to draw?”

would return the marker. “Can I have it

1/2

gift worked at two boys nearby then with a fick of her wrist, tossed

played tossing the

puffed out her cheeks, visibly upset.

paid

she’s crying”

Oh, dear, she

are so

filled the

large eyes

Jenna turned