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?"

around the bottle. "The sleeping pills are just

"Because if

shock. "You want

a small, almost

his eyes wide

smile faded, but she

eyes tightly, shaking his head in pain. "Even if you hate that I'm taking care of Caroline, that's no reason to destroy your own

to do?" Sherilyn tilted her head back, her

can there be nothing else?" Gilbert pressed his hand to his forehead veins standing out in his frustration. "Which doctor have you been

softly, her gaze locked on his, despair

get it?

stared back, lost. What

a short, bitter laugh. "I can see a doctor, follow instructions,

treatment. But there's

it? Tell me!" As soon as he heard this, Gilbert dropped to one knee in

Name it-I promise I'll do

Really?

for a moment, hoping he would

a deep breath and spoke slowly,

One second. Two.

earnest devotion leapt to his

shout. "I will

that!"