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.

the room was sparsely populated, with just a

with a bob cut and bangs,

in front of a whiteboard, cap in hand, about to write.

Give it

with piercing blue eyes rushed

at her, trying

I got it

shrugged nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow. “Well, it’s in

girl would return the

1/2

boys nearby then with

and played tossing the

puffed out her cheeks, visibly upset.

the three children paid

she’s

Oh, dear, she

so fragler

filled the

large

Jenna turned