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

to one child in particular, a girl with a bob cut and

of being watched, Jenna stood in front of a whiteboard, cap in hand, about to write.

it here!”

blond girl with piercing blue eyes rushed over and snatched the marker from her

her, trying to reason with

marker. I

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

return the marker. “Can I have it back,

1/2

then with a fick of her

to laughed and played tossing the marker around like

visibly upset.

the three children paid her

Casey she’s

dear, she

so fragler

laughter filled the

her large eyes brimming with

door to the playroom swung open. Jenna turned to see