Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1154

“Thank you.”

“I still have another patient…” Dr. Wilson nodded toward the exam room. “Your friend’s waiting for me.”

“Dr. Wilson!”

Sherilyn hesitated, her brow creasing with worry. “About my situation—I haven’t told anyone…”

“I understand.”

She barely finished the sentence before Dr. Wilson caught her meaning. “Don’t worry. Keeping patient confidentiality is the first rule of the job.”

Sherilyn finally relaxed. “Thanks.”

“I’ll get back to work, then.”

“Okay.”

An hour later, Rebecca White emerged from the exam room.

She looked pale and exhausted, and Dr. Wilson even had to steady her by the arm.

“Rebecca?”

Sherilyn hurried over to catch her before she stumbled. Rebecca’s face was almost ghostly white, her forehead beaded with cold sweat.

“What happened…?”

Sherilyn frowned, looking to Dr. Wilson for answers.

With Sherilyn there, Dr. Wilson released Rebecca’s arm and gave her a reassuring look. “It’s a normal reaction after treatment. Nothing to worry about.”

“Right…”

Sherilyn nodded, understanding. She’d gone through this herself once.

“I’ll need to adjust her medication. I’ll go write a new prescription.”

“Thank you, really.”

Sherilyn nodded again, glancing at Candida trailing behind them. “Candida?”

“I’m on it,” Candida piped up. “Doctor, I’ll come with you to get the meds.”

“Alright.”

Once they had the new prescription, Sherilyn helped Rebecca back to Rosewood Mansion. Rebecca leaned heavily on her, barely able to speak.

When they finally got home, Sherilyn and one of the caregivers helped Rebecca into bed. The caregiver stayed to keep an eye on her, and Sherilyn stepped out to call Francis.

“Sherilyn?”

Gilbert actually arrived before Francis did. Sherilyn had just finished her meal and was sipping a cup of Earl Grey tea when he walked in.

“I’m parched,” Gilbert declared, leaning over to steal a sip from her mug.

“Hey!” Sherilyn swatted him away, laughing. “That’s tea, and you’re on meds—you should be drinking water, not tea.”

“Then get me some, and feed it to me.”

“Fine, you big baby.”

Sherilyn set the tea down and went to pour him a glass of water. Gilbert didn’t let go—he slipped an arm around her waist, and they moved together across the kitchen, stuck together like a pair of spoons.

“Here.” Sherilyn held the glass to his lips, grinning. “Drink up.”

Gilbert kept his arm tight around her as he drank, letting her do all the work.

Sherilyn couldn’t help but laugh. “Sweet enough for you?”

“It is. Want to check?” With a mischievous grin, Gilbert set the glass aside and, still holding her close, leaned in for a kiss.

Right then, Francis rushed in through the front door, only to freeze at the sight.

Wait. Wasn’t it supposed to be just his little sister here? Why was this fool of a brother-in-law here too?