Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1245

"Wait!"

Gilbert hurriedly called after her, worry etched on his face. "What are you doing at the hospital? Are you feeling alright? Or is it Jenna?"

"No, I'm fine," Sherilyn replied, shaking her head with a smile. "I'm just here to see Joyce-"

Before she could finish, her phone started ringing. It was Joyce, probably just finishing her shift.

"She's hurrying me," Sherilyn said quickly. "I've got to go-bye!"

"Bye-❞ Gilbert barely managed a word before Sherilyn turned and dashed off, answering her phone as she ran.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Stop rushing me, Dr. Cooper-"

Watching her disappear down the corridor, Gilbert's expression turned bitter, and

he murmured softly, "Goodbye, Sherilyn."

He stood there in silence for several minutes before heading toward the underground parking garage.

elevator next to his slid open and Francis emerged. The brothers came face to

Francis." Gilbert frowned slightly,

for a moment. "Do you have a minute? Can we

without hesitation, gesturing to his car. "Let's talk

and pale. Gilbert hadn't come to the hospital in days. The nurse had tried to call him, but he'd ignored the calls. Even last night, he hadn't answered

Gilbert like this, he could guess something

going on? You can't tell

heavy. He spoke directly, "I haven't been to the hospital these days, and from now on... I won't

taken aback, his brows knitting in confusion, but he didn't press. He waited for

to look at his brother, hatred clear in his eyes. "I don't want to

jaw clenched. "I'm afraid I won't be able to

mean?" Francis faltered,

lips were pressed tight, his voice strained, eyes red. "Sherilyn is sick! Because of me, she's been sick for years! And now... I don't even know if she'll ever

silent, just listening as his brother poured out

quiet sigh, a silent ache passing

much more than they'd ever

to say. In the face of such