Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Not long after Gilbert left, the medicine was delivered.

That night, Jenna took the medicine without a hitch.

It worked wonders, except for one side effect-it made her too lively.

It was already past eight-thirty, a time when the little rascal was usually deep in dreamland, but tonight, she was fussing and refusing to sleep.

"Jenna," Sherilyn patted the bed, "come here and sleep with Mommy."

"Okay!"

Jenna agreed, jumping onto the bed, her eyes wide open and her mouth spread in a grin, "Mommy, hehe..."

"You're still laughing?" Sherilyn was torn between laughter and tears, "It's bedtime!"

"Hehehe..."

Jenna kept giggling and causing a ruckus, leaving Sherilyn and Sophia taking turns trying to soothe her, all to no avail.

Sophia's phone rang-it was Gilbert.

"Mr. Gilbert."

"Mhm." Gilbert was spending the night alone, 'tossing and turning in bed', and had called because he was worried about Jenna.

"Did you give her the medicine? How's Jenna?"

Sophia glanced at the lively Jenna, "She's great, just too great. She won't go to sleep even now."

"Sir?"

immediately climbed up, reaching for the

the

"Sir!"

medicine had taken effect. His brows relaxed, and a smile played at the

late, Jenna. Why aren't

the

"Is that so?"

the moon at the start of the month, a thin crescent like

sleep now. The moon needs

fool, "You're fibbing, sir. The moon is in

bring the

"Really?" Jenna was skeptical.

Gilbert promised with all seriousness, "Just wait a little while, and

Jenna happily agreed, "Then Jenna will

blinked her big eyes, "Mommy, that gentleman said he's

"I heard."

Sherilyn helplessly rubbed her

forehead, silently complaining about

antics. Was

Jenna even more restless? What

waiting for the moon, there was no way she was going

choice, they pulled out a storybook

to the story, half watching

the door. A night-shift nurse led the way, followed by someone in a uniform,