Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 579

"Mr. Gilbert... wait up!"

Rebecca was in a flurry trying to catch up to Gilbert, but it was no use; she couldn't see him and all she could do was stand there, frustrated.

She couldn't fathom what Sherilyn was thinking. "Sherilyn, with Mr. Gilbert misunderstanding everything, why won't you clear things up?"

She knew Sherilyn had been planning to leave, but the circumstances had shifted. Was Sherilyn still planning on leaving?

It was an ectopic pregnancy this time. Sherilyn and Mr. Gilbert had hit a rough patch, but what about the future? What was her plan?

"Explain?"

Sherilyn gazed emptily towards the vacant doorway of the hospital room, shaking her head slightly, sighing deeply, "I can clarify the ectopic pregnancy, but how do I explain the asset transfer?"

That was the undeniable proof that she had to leave him!

"Should I cajole him, return to his side, continue this charade?"

Sherilyn's tone was filled with bitterness and sarcasm. "Do you think he'd ever trust me again?"

No, he wouldn't.

Even if they got back together, Gilbert would always be on guard around her.

She could picture just how defensive he'd get.

Moreover, after the ectopic pregnancy surgery, her body wasn't suited for pregnancy for a while...

How was she supposed to cope during that time?

"Rebecca, I'm so tired..." Sherilyn leaned against the bed, slowly sitting down, "I don't have the confidence, the mood, or the energy to keep up this fight with him..."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of Jenna.

"Poor Jenna, I want to spend more time with her."

She owed Jenna so much.

After all the tumult with Gilbert, it felt like they were star-crossed, and now Jenna wasn't in the best of health... The second pregnancy turned out to be ectopic...

As for the future, any plans would have to wait until her health was restored.

Maybe she would go back to him, maybe some other opportunity would present itself in the meantime, who knows?

"Alright, take care!"

...

Around three or four in the afternoon, Jenna was playing in the park.

When Sherilyn arrived, she could hear Jenna's laughter from afar.

"Ha ha..."

At the swing set, her little friend Dawn was perched on a swing, with Jenna puffing her cheeks out, pushing him.

"Jenna, keep it up! Push higher!"

"Sure thing!" Jenna's face was flushed with effort as she pushed hard, "You're flying!"

The little guy let go, and upon looking up, saw Sherilyn.

"Mommy!" Overjoyed, she immediately left her friend and ran towards Sherilyn, leaping into her mother's arms, proudly pointing at Dawn. "Mommy, look, I was pushing Dawn on the swing."