Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 699

Sherilyn had finally woken up, and things seemed to have settled down.

The nurse, holding a glass of water, helped her drink and pointed towards the doorway, "That gentleman, he left for a bit but came back. He's still waiting outside." Which gentleman?

Sherilyn blinked in confusion. Was it Edgar?

Reading her thoughts, the nurse clarified, "Not Mr. Ferguson. It's the other one, the one with a bit of a temper."

Oh. That clicked for Sherilyn. It was Gilbert. He came back? He's quite persistent.

After setting the glass down and wiping her lips, the nurse added, "But no visitors tonight, I'm afraid. Doctor's orders."

The nurse helped Sherilyn lie back down. "Try to get some sleep."

"Okay," Sherilyn nodded.

As the nurse tucked her in, she muttered, looking towards the door, "Still hasn't left, huh? Looks like he's planning to spend the night."

Sherilyn closed her eyes, deciding to ignore that piece of information.

The burning sensation in her throat had eased, and she didn't feel as weak. Outside,

...

Gilbert, looking rather disheveled at the

haggard appearance. Dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot gaze, and a stubble covering his jawline, indicating a night without sleep. And he was still in yesterday's clothes. Had Gilbert come back after leaving last night and spent the

the door, hesitant to enter, probably

Edgar

differences, basic

merely nodded

linger, heading straight into

was on the phone

home

Jenna. Mommy's

about her near-death experience She had to stick with the

en

be good at home, okay? Mommy will be back soon.

"Bye-bye, Mommy."

up, Sherilyn smiled at

caught the tail end of

"You look much

"I am."