Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Held in her mother's arms, Jenna quieted down again.

With no choice but to hold on, Sherilyn cradled Jenna until the wee hours, sitting propped against the headboard of the bed.

As dawn approached, Sherilyn gently touched Jenna's forehead. It wasn't hot anymore, and she seemed to be sleeping deeply.

Placing her down, Jenna didn't cry anymore.

Sherilyn sighed in relief and seized the moment to catch a wink of sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, her phone rang.

It was another message from Gilbert.

[I've talked to Dr. Dalton. Let's take Jenna over today. Tell him in detail about what happened last night so he can have another look. It'll put our minds at ease.]

Sherilyn immediately replied.

[Okay.]

After sending the message, Gilbert quickly responded.

[How about you? Did you get any rest last night?]

Sherilyn's gaze flickered, and after a brief silence, she put down the phone without replying.

On the other end, Gilbert held his phone, waiting for a response that never came.

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***

the day before, Sherilyn

checkup, as before, Sophia took Jenna out to

did Gilbert dare

a bit uncomfortable a few days

of relief. "So,

fever that doesn't subside after a week, or if she shows gastrointestinal symptoms, come back then." "Alright," Sherilyn

"You're welcome."

Sherilyn looked up at Gilbert. "I'll go get Jenna. You can get back to your work." Gilbert didn't reply, his gaze lingering on her pale lower

apple bobbed. "Sherilyn, you've worked

fell for a

clear in

"It's

Taking care of my

what

"Jenna is

Gilbert stood motionless, watching her walk away, his eyes growing darker. He murmured to himself, "Taking care

Yes, that's right.

a father, hadn't taken care of her

every day, to take care of

he

...

the garden, Sherilyn picked up