Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The doors of the emergency room swung open, and the doctor emerged.

Francis immediately approached, "How's my brother?"

"Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert needs to be taken to surgery immediately. He has too many injuries. The ER isn't equipped to handle this."

Sherilyn's heart sank.

"Alright," Francis nodded, decisive. "I'll sign whatever you need. Just hurry."

"Of course, Mr. Francis."

After the paperwork was finished, Gilbert was wheeled straight from the ER to the OR, without Francis and Sherilyn getting a chance to see him.

They took a seat side by side on the bench outside the OR.

"Don't worry."

Francis patted Sherilyn's shoulder. "Gilbert will be fine. The doctor said he's badly hurt, but none of it's fatal."

"Yeah." Sherilyn clenched her fists. "I know, Fran. I'm not scared."

Medical science was advanced; Francis wouldn't let anything happen to his brother.

Soon, Sawyer showed up.

Caroline, who had been brought to the hospital along with

got up, understanding the situation. "Sherilyn, please stay here for

"Sure, Fran."

watched him

been

what was there for her to worry

place to be

her gaze and sat down again, leaning back and closing

knew it, she was

felt like an

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

her eyes, frowning at Charles

have fallen asleep? With Mr. Gilbert in surgery, how

Charles frowned, suppressing his

"Oh, okay."

her sleepiness and saw

talking to a

be moved to a ward soon, don't worry. Everything's fine," the doctor

Francis expressed

got up and

Francis eyed her sleepily and frowned. "Gilbert's being

Sherilyn nodded and

VIP ward.