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.

evening, the room was sparsely populated, with

a girl with a bob cut and bangs, her large, grape–like eyes sparkling

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

it here!”

girl with piercing blue eyes rushed over and snatched the marker

her, trying

I got it

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

the girl would return the marker. “Can I have it back, please?”

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nearby then with

to laughed and played tossing the marker around like

cheeks, visibly upset. “That’s not fair…”

paid her

Casey she’s crying”

Oh, dear, she is.”

so

laughter filled the room

large eyes

the playroom swung open. Jenna turned to see a tall, striking