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

Francis." Gilbert frowned slightly, his Adam's

moment. "Do you have a

without hesitation, gesturing to his car.

them thick. Francis glanced at his younger brother-he'd noticed right away that Gilbert looked exhausted and pale. Gilbert hadn't come to the hospital in days.

seeing Gilbert like this, he could guess something

on? You

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

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

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

sucked in a sharp breath, jaw clenched. "I'm afraid I won't be able to

you mean?"

strained, eyes red. "Sherilyn is sick! Because of me, she's been sick for years! And

just listening as his brother poured out

out a quiet sigh, a silent ache passing

much

know what to say. In the face of such old wounds, what comfort could he possibly offer