Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 577

"Wow, that was fast." The cleaner was amazed. "Ms. Gomez had her surgery last night, and here you are today..."

She rambled on, "Before the crack of dawn, Ms. White called me up, said Ms. Gomez had surgery and asked me to prepare a chicken soup..."

She even lifted the bag in her hands, waving it in front of Gilbert.

But Gilbert's face had already darkened, his brows furrowed deeply, full of confusion and concern, cutting her off, "Surgery? What surgery? Sherilyn? What happened to her?"

"Huh?"

The cleaner paused, blinking in confusion, "Mr. Johnson, you didn't know? Then why did you..."

"I'm asking you!" Gilbert suddenly roared, his face clouded with anger.

"Ah, the surgery..."

The cleaner jumped, startled, quickly shaking her head, "What surgery? I don't know, Ms. White didn't tell me much, I didn't ask for details... Ms. White just said she needed to be in the hospital with Ms. Gomez for a couple of days, asked me to bring over some clothes and stuff..."

Nothing but useless information!

"Which hospital?"

Gilbert struggled to keep his rage in check, his emotions on the brink. "You must know that much, right?"

"I do, I do!"

...

Hospital.

After Sherilyn woke up from anesthesia, she felt much better.

"Sherilyn, come on." Rebecca helped her sit up, asking carefully, "Does the wound hurt? If not, try walking around a bit."

The doctor had advised that post-surgery, it was important to move a little to prevent complications and aid recovery.

Sherilyn checked in with herself and shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good." Rebecca supported her to stand, "I can't see, so you hold onto the bed rail with one hand and my arm with the other, and we'll walk slowly."

"Okay..."

Sherilyn nodded, leaning on her arm, moving around the bed, step by step.

Her phone rang, it was Sophia calling.

"Sherilyn." Sophia was complaining, sounding quite annoyed, "Let me tell you, Jenna didn't listen and secretly threw away the lettuce and carrots from her sandwich..."

As a mother, she couldn't provide her daughter with a healthy body, and the hope of having another child to help Jenna seemed more and more like an impossible task.

How could she bear to blame her daughter again?

Her girl had never really lived a carefree and smooth life.

Especially those years in Crestwood, she thought she wouldn't make it through.

But even that suffering hadn't crushed her.

Yet, she never anticipated that her ordeal wouldn't just continue but would also extend to her daughter Jenna...

"Ah..."

The more Sherilyn thought about it, the more her heart ached. What was going to happen to her Jenna in the future?

She clenched her fist, pressing it against her chest, feeling the pain there...so intense!

"Sherilyn..."

Rebecca, teary-eyed herself, stayed by her side, empathizing deeply. There's a saying, isn't there? Life always seems to single out the softest targets! Both her and Sherilyn, they just wanted a normal life, yet it was proving to be such a struggle!