Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1225

What does this mean?

Gilbert frowned in confusion as he twisted the cap off the pill bottle.

Sherilyn had told him not to just glance at it and move on. Did she mean he should check every single pill?

He decided to do exactly that.

He shook a handful of pills into his palm and gathered them together.

Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.

A thought struck him, and he began to count the pills one by one: one, two... twenty... thirty.

Exactly thirty.

He picked up the bottle and read the label. Sure enough, it clearly said: 30 tablets.

A full bottle. Not a single one missing.

Gilbert slowly looked up, his voice strained. "You... didn't take a single pill?"

"That's right."

Sherilyn nodded, a faint smile still on her lips. "This time I checked very carefully." She let out a soft sigh. "Both prescriptions were filled at the same time. I only took half a sleeping pill the other night because I couldn't sleep."

"Why?"

the bottle. "The sleeping pills are just supposed to

him, her tone light and almost playful. "Because if I don't take my

at her in shock. "You want to get worse?

almost cheerful

chair, his eyes wide with disbelief.

smile faded, but

tightly, shaking his head in pain. "Even if you hate that I'm taking care

tell me, what am I supposed to do?" Sherilyn tilted her head back, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know

his frustration. "Which doctor have you been

softly, her gaze locked on his, despair shadowing every

get it?

lost. What was he supposed to

"I can see

cooperate with treatment. But

soon as he heard this, Gilbert dropped to one knee in front

it-I promise I'll

Really?

nothing for a moment, hoping he

deep breath and spoke slowly,

One second. Two.

who had just been kneeling in earnest devotion

shout. "I will

that!"