Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 547

"Pregnant?"

Gilbert paused for a moment, his voice getting huskier. "Are you sure? No mistake?"

It wasn't impossible.

He and Sherilyn had always been careful, the chances of pregnancy were slim. Hadn't there been a false alarm before?

"Positive," confirmed the doctor, "Both the urine and blood tests show the same result. There's no mistake."

"The pregnancy is too early to detect, not even two weeks yet. In about a month or two, we can do an ultrasound and see the gestational sac."

The doctor stole a glance at Gilbert's expression.

Was Mr. Johnson happy or not?

With his face all tensed up, could it be he didn't want it?

Gilbert frowned, his emotions a mix.

He quickly accepted the result; no contraceptive method was 100% foolproof.

Recalling how Sherilyn had fainted a few days ago, her recent lack of appetite, and her frequent drowsiness...

It was confirmed then, Sherilyn was pregnant!

This should have been joyous news, but at the moment, he wasn't sure how to feel.

When it came to having children, he believed in respecting Sherilyn's wishes, after all, she would be the one carrying the child.

As for himself, he was indifferent.

To put it bluntly, having children or not didn't matter to him in the grand scheme of things. The Johnson family legacy could easily carry on with his older brother, Francis, who already had a son.

Of course, if it happened and they had a child... his child, he would naturally love them.

But what about Sherilyn? What did she want?

Did she want this child?

Gilbert glanced at the closed curtains around the bed where Sherilyn lay.

The nurse had already applied the medication to her elbow, emitting a faint, not unpleasant medicinal scent.

"Gilbert." The door to the room opened, and in came Caroline.

"Caroline?"

Gilbert was momentarily startled, his eyes flickering in surprise. What was she doing here?

Not wanting to disturb Sherilyn, he got up and gestured for Caroline to step outside to talk.

"Right," Caroline nodded, waiting for him by the door.

"How come you're here?" Gilbert whispered as he gently closed the door behind him.

"I ran into your housekeeper, Fidelia, a while ago," Caroline pointed to her leg, saying, "I came for a check-up."

Her leg had been injured a while back during an altercation with Rebecca White, and lately, it had been aching a bit from dance practice, prompting her visit.

"Fidelia mentioned you were here."