Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The sarcasm in her tone was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Seriously, you haven't eaten yet?" Sherilyn widened her hazel eyes in disbelief, blinking in confusion. "No way? Caroline came over first thing in the morning to see her 'savior' and she came empty-handed? Tsk tsk, that's really not cool of her."

Sarcasm? Two can play that game.

"Why are you yelling at me? Am I obligated to bring you breakfast? First off, you didn't get hurt for my sake, and second, I'm not your maid!"

"Sherilyn!"

Well, that shut Gilbert up good. His already pale complexion turned a shade of green as he flopped back onto the bed.

Gritting his teeth and with a huff, he said, "Fine, I'll just let it be! If I die, I die! It's not like anyone cares!"

He directed this last bit towards the nurse.

The nurse, standing awkwardly by the door, replied, "Ms. Gomez, we... we really can't do that. Maybe I should come back later?"

She quickly made her exit from the brewing storm.

After all, with someone as important as Mr. Gilbert in her care, the hospital couldn't afford to take any risks.

"Ms. Gomez." Before the door even closed, a caregiver hurried in.

With Gilbert hospitalized, the Johnson family naturally had hired a caregiver, who had just stepped out to have Gilbert's clothes sent for laundry.

The caregiver, a man in his forties, pointed towards the dining table, "Breakfast was delivered early, but Mr. Gilbert insisted he would only eat once you arrived. So..." Some people just can't stop causing drama.

it." Sherilyn nodded, sparing the caregiver any trouble. "You can go ahead with

"Sure, thanks."

bed then walked

accompanied by some side dishes from The Velvet Fork. Sherilyn poured a small

it'll make

turned away from her, silent and

lips curling into a

Mr. Johnson remained motionless.

"Hmph."

laugh, "Enough with the drama. It's your body. If you want to starve yourself to

was wearing thin, "Eat or don't - I'm

"Sherilyn!"

finally reacted, turning sharply while

foreboding, "Are you trying

arguing, "Should I go get Caroline

deep and furious as he clenched his jaw, "You're the only one I

glanced at him, feeling utterly indifferent. "So,

I'll

up, pulling at his wound in the process, and a cold sweat broke

had no choice

sit unet Cerly,

of pillows

back.

"There."

the bowl again and scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal to