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.

was sparsely populated, with just a few

child in particular, a girl with a bob cut and bangs, her large, grape–like eyes

in front of a whiteboard, cap

it here!”

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

at her, trying to reason

my marker. I

in my hands now.” She asked

return the marker. “Can

1/2

gift worked at two boys nearby then with a fick

played tossing the marker around like a ball.

cheeks, visibly upset. “That’s not

three children paid her

she’s

dear, she is.”

are so

filled the room

still, her large eyes brimming with tears.

open. Jenna turned to see a tall, striking man