Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 867

"Mr. Gilbert, wow!"

Jenna looked up and spotted Gilbert approaching her. "Did Mr. Gilbert come to pick up Jenna?"

"Of course," Gilbert said, his eyes softening as he gazed at his daughter's chubby cheeks.

"I promised Jenna, and I always keep my promises."

He extended his arms, "How about a hug?"

"Mom…?" Jenna hesitated, seeking approval from Sherilyn.

Sherilyn chuckled and let go, "Go on."

With that, Jenna was lifted into Gilbert's arms.

"There you go, sweetheart." Gilbert hugged Jenna and gently kissed the top of her head. "Lean on me, I'll carry my little princess home."

"Yay!"

In the hospital room.

The door swung open, and Galen was craning his neck in anticipation.

Galen had been discharged two days ago but had come especially today knowing Jenna was getting out.

From a distance, seeing Gilbert carrying Jenna back, Galen immediately came forward.

"Jenna!"

"Uncle Galen, wow!"

Galen stretched out his arms, "Come to uncle!"

"Yay!"

And so, she moved from Gilbert's arms to Galen's.

"Let uncle have a good look at you! You seem quite well…"

Galen scrutinized Jenna carefully before turning to Sherilyn, "Sis, Jenna's all better now, isn't she?"

"Yes, she is," Jenna whispered, hugging Galen in his embrace before Sherilyn could answer.

"Jenna's all better now."

Lifting her little face, she looked at Galen with her big, clear eyes, "Mommy said, thanks to Uncle, Jenna got better. Thank you, Uncle, Jenna loves you the most!"

Instantly, Galen felt a lump in his throat.

He chuckled softly and teased her little nose, "You little charmer… Uncle loves you the most too!"

Despite being so small, she knew exactly how to win hearts.

Once settled in the hospital room.

Their alternating schedules would also avoid the awkwardness of sharing a room.

After all, they were a divorced couple; sharing a suite could be somewhat inconvenient.

"Alright then."

And so, it was settled.

In the afternoon.

Jenna woke up from her nap, her cheeks rosy from sleep.

Seeing her like this filled Sherilyn with joy, and she couldn't help but stroke her daughter's face.

"Jenna looks so pretty, like a little apple."

Her daughter's face hadn't shown such vitality in a long time due to her illness.

"Little apple!" Jenna's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Mommy, I want a little apple!"

"Coming right up," Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh, "Mommy will get it for you, just wait here."

"Okay!"

Sherilyn got up, peeled an apple, cut it into slices, placed them in a bowl, and brought them to Jenna.

"Here you go, eat up."