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.

sparsely populated, with just a few kids inside.

child in particular, a girl with a bob cut

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

Give it here!”

girl with piercing blue eyes rushed

her, trying

marker. I

nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow. “Well, it’s in my hands now.” She asked Jenna, “You wanted

return the marker. “Can I have it

1/2

gift worked at two boys nearby then with a

and played tossing the marker

cheeks, visibly upset. “That’s not

children paid her no mind

she’s crying”

Oh, dear, she

are so fragler

laughter filled

still, her large eyes brimming

open. Jenna turned to