Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1102

Gilbert furrowed his brow, his voice nonchalant. "Hasn't been that long, has it?"

The implication was clear.

To her, a day without seeing him felt like an eternity, but he simply didn't care enough about her to feel the absence.

"Heh." Caroline understood, letting out a dry chuckle as she tugged at the corners of her mouth. She began to wheel herself away.

Thud.

Whether by accident or on purpose, her purse slipped and fell to the ground.

Caroline glanced at him. "Could you do me a favor and pick that up?"

Not an unreasonable request.

"Sure," Gilbert replied, bending down to retrieve the purse. He handed it to her. "Here you go..."

He stayed in that bent position for a moment longer.

Instead of taking the purse, Caroline raised her hand and gently placed it on his head.

She gazed at him with a soft expression. "Gilbert, are you... okay?"

Gilbert paused, a guess forming in his mind. "Did my brother tell you?"

"Yeah," Caroline nodded. "You're sick. Why didn't you tell me something so important?"

Gilbert smirked. "What good would telling you do? You're not a doctor."

Caroline's face tightened, momentarily at a loss for words.

She pressed on, "How's the treatment going? Is there any improvement?"

"It's alright."

Seeing she still hadn't taken the purse, he placed it on

What does that

in worry. "Can you be a bit

Gilbert's brow

head lightly.

added, "I already have someone

her expression momentarily blank.

smile. "You really meant it when you

got things to do, excuse

walked past her and

"Heh, heh..."

let out a quiet, bitter

Barely audible, she murmured,

need my concern...

swno?

learned about his illness, she

on her way here, she

there was no

turned cold. "I wonder how you'll rely on Sherilyn when the time

...

Meanwhile, on the set.

room tidying up when an assistant from another artist came over

these all gifts

"Yeah."

with a smile.

animals and little trinkets... nothing

Sherilyn never accepts anythel

valuable."