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 few kids

particular, a girl with a bob cut and bangs,

being watched, Jenna stood in front of a whiteboard,

Give it here!”

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

her, trying to

was my marker. I got it first.”

you?” The girl shrugged nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow. “Well, it’s in my hands now.” She asked Jenna, “You wanted to draw?”

girl would return the marker.

1/2

worked at two boys nearby then with a fick of

played tossing the marker

cheeks, visibly upset.

three children paid her no mind

she’s

Oh, dear, she

so

laughter filled

still, her large eyes

the playroom swung open. Jenna turned