Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 850

"Director, could you come over here, please!"

His consciousness hadn't returned. After vomiting, he collapsed back onto the bed.

Soon, the door to the hospital room swung open, and the doctor walked in, heading straight for the inner room.

Separated by the soundproof glass, Sherilyn couldn't hear what they were saying. All she could see was the doctor's lips moving silently. The nurse stood by, nodding occasionally, then retrieved some medication from the nearby medical cart and administered it to Gilbert. After a while, it seemed the situation was temporarily under control. The doctor came out.

"Doctor!" Sherilyn called out softly as he passed by.

The doctor turned around, glancing at her and then at the two bodyguards, uncertain of her connection to the Harrison family.

He explained in a neutral tone, "The toxins haven't been fully cleared, which can cause vomiting. Vomiting is part of the detox process." "So..." Sherilyn recalled Naylor's words... Gilbert wasn't out of the woods yet.

"Is he going to be okay?" Her voice trembled slightly.

right now. It depends on how well the toxins are expelled." "Okay." Sherilyn paused, feeling a lump in her throat. With

our best..."

gazed through the glass, then suddenly turned to the bodyguards, "Can I go in to see him? Is

exchanged glances and nodded, "Sure,

what could a young woman do to Mr. Nine? Besides, they were

upper body, struggled to stand up. The bodyguards opened the door for her, and she tiptoed into the room, stopping at the bedside. She gazed down, quietly watching him... After a long moment, she whispered

on the

eyes, and finally, tears began to overflow from the corners. She blinked, trying to force the tears back,

her lips into a

doing? Do you think, by doing this,

I'll be touched? Grateful? Huh?" Each word was a question, an accusation! Her chest heaved, her eyes reddened further, tears streaming down as her

Qu

could go years without a word, uncaring! And now, you're here, risking your

he almost let her die in Crestwood! Yet now, here he was, lying