Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1223

This time, Sherilyn didn't wake up quickly.

After she was brought out of the ER, she was moved to the observation ward.

She'd just undergone a series of tests, and now they had to wait for the results. Gilbert sat by her bedside, keeping watch, until Charles arrived.

"Mr. Gilbert," Charles said quietly, "the lab results are back. Would you like to see the doctor?"

Gilbert glanced at Sherilyn, who was sleeping peacefully, and then got up to follow Charles into the hallway.

His brow was furrowed, tense. "See the doctor? Wasn't it just a simple sleeping pill?"

"It... doesn't look like it," Charles replied, hesitant. "I'm worried I might not explain it well. It's better if you hear it directly from the doctor."

"Alright."

They made their way to the lab.

Gilbert met with the attending doctor. "The pills my wife took-they weren't just sleeping pills?"

"You could call them that," the doctor replied, "but they're not ordinary sleeping pills."

Gilbert wasn't familiar with the details, but he had a bad feeling. "There are different kinds?"

hesitated a moment before continuing. "Mr. Harrison, forgive me for asking, but... has

stiffened, his eyes narrowing sharply. "Why

probably didn't know. He explained, "This medication is typically prescribed as an adjunct to psychotherapy. While it does have a sedative effect, on its own it isn't very effective as a sleeping pill. So, calling it that isn't quite

Adjunct medication for therapy?

to his feet, his expression darkening like a thundercloud. Saying nothing,

flashing an apologetic smile at the doctor before hurrying to catch

"Charles." Gilbert stopped abruptly.

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert?"

to stay here,” Gilbert instructed. “Don't let Sherilyn out

confused. "But... shouldn't you be

back for a bit. Stay here and watch her." Gilbert didn't elaborate. "Listen

Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

didn't return to

observation ward. Instead, he

for the

got in his car, and sped

toward Blue Haven.

South Building, climbed to the second floor, and entered

pulling open every drawer, searching every corner with painstaking

but still found nothing. "Where did she put it?" he muttered, his

Sherilyn hidden