Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1023

No sooner had they left, Francis arrived.

Stepping in with a furrowed brow, the creases on his forehead were shallow but housed deep worries.

His usually tight-lipped self struggled even more to speak. "Doctor, what's the verdict?"

"Ha."

Gilbert shrugged, his eyebrows lifting slightly, "Oh Lord, he must have been closing his eyes when he looked at me."

Francis felt a sting in his heart, "Don't be so pessimistic. I was out for four years and woke up, and here you are, standing just fine."

"Yeah."

Gilbert nodded with a smile, "I know..."

He half-smiled, "I can't bear the thought of leaving... not Sherilyn and Jenna..."

...

Sherilyn returned with medication and a diet plan, just as Francis was leaving the ward.

"Big bro, did you see him?"

"Yeah." Francis nodded.

"I won't see you out, then..."

She gestured towards the door, ready to enter.

"Sherilyn..." Francis hesitated, calling her back.

"Yes?" Sherilyn paused, turning, "Big bro, is there something else?"

"Um, yeah."

Francis nodded, choosing his words carefully, "Gilbert called me a couple of days ago."

Oh? Sherilyn blinked, was it something important?

"Ha."

Francis gave a rare smile, "That kid, he told me on the phone that he's fallen for someone. After all these years with the Johnson family, it's the first time he's ever said something like that to me... He's always lived for gratitude, never for his own likes and dislikes."

Sherilyn listened silently.

Francis continued, his voice softer, "He said, the person he likes is... Sherilyn."

Sherilyn froze, her body stiffening.

Gilbert silently looked down, observing her slightly trembling eyelashes and her prominent nose, feeling an overwhelming tenderness.

Sherilyn was so gentle.

Once steady, Sherilyn looked up at him, "Feeling okay?"

"Yeah, feeling great." Gilbert grinned, nodding.

"Then let's head home."

"Okay."

Back at Blue Haven, South Building, it was nearly midnight.

Sherilyn laid out the medication on the table, sorting them.

"These are for the week..."

She separated the herbal from the western medicine, "Herbal ones need to be soaked in advance, and boiled... too late for tonight..."

She picked out the Western medicine, instructing Gilbert, "This one, once a day, one pill at a time... this is twice a day, two pills each time... got all that?"

"Yeah." Gilbert smiled, nodding, "Got it."