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.

who had been brought to the hospital along with Gilbert. She was the center of

up, understanding the situation. "Sherilyn, please stay here for Gilbert. I need to check

"Sure, Fran."

up and watched him

had been heavy on her

what was there for her to worry

her place to be

lowered her gaze and sat down again, leaning back and closing her

it, she was drifting off to

what felt like an

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn?"

eyes, frowning at

have fallen asleep? With Mr.

up," Charles frowned, suppressing his annoyance.

"Oh, okay."

and saw that the OR

was there, talking to a doctor

a ward soon, don't worry. Everything's fine," the

you," Francis expressed his

up and

sleepily and frowned. "Gilbert's

Sherilyn nodded

VIP ward.