Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1286

The medicine was for diarrhea. The thermometer had been used, and its last reading was displayed: 38.1°C. Just as she thought, he had a fever. Sherilyn put the thermometer down just as the bathroom door opened and Nanson emerged. He looked even worse than before, his face so pale it was almost translucent, one hand pressed against his abdomen.

This wouldn't do. Sherilyn rushed forward to support him. "You can't go on like this! You need to go to the hospital!"

Nanson hesitated. "I've already taken some medicine."

Sherilyn shook her head. "Clearly, the medicine isn't working..." She was getting anxious. "Haven't you looked in a mirror? Your face is as white as a sheet!"

"Alright, then." Nanson wasn't a stubborn man; besides, his sister was a doctor. "I'll make a call. You should go back and get some rest."

"Rest? How can I rest when you're like this?" Sherilyn blurted out. "Listen to me..." She helped Nanson sit down on the sofa. "Wait here for a second." Then, she turned, picked up her phone, and dialed a number. "Candida, it's me... Yes, have someone bring the car around to the hotel entrance. Mr. Cooper is sick and needs to go to the hospital right away. Okay, good."

Hanging up, she went back to help Nanson up. "Come on, get up!"

Nanson staggered to his feet, looking slightly sheepish. "I can manage on my own, you don't have to help me." Aside from his ex-wife, he'd never been this close to another woman. Moreover, he had feelings for Sherilyn, and appearing so weak in front of her was utterly mortifying.

Sherilyn was oblivious to his thoughts. She looked at him in disbelief. "You call this 'managing'? Don't be stubborn. If you collapse, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life." If nothing else, he had just done her a massive favor.

"Sherilyn!" Naomi peeked her head through the doorway. "Can I come in?" Candida had called her.

"Hang in there, we'll be at the hospital soon."

"Okay."

The car pulled away. Not far off, at an intersection near the hotel entrance, Gilbert sat in his Bentley Arnage, his gaze fixed on the departing vehicle. His handsome face was completely devoid of expression. The driver and Charles were in the car with him, but the silence was so profound it felt as if no one else was there. Both men held their breath, afraid to make a sound.

A long moment passed. Then, Gilbert let out a faint, cold sneer. Suddenly, he lifted his foot and kicked the car door hard, making the vehicle shudder. He uttered two quiet words. "Drive."

"Yes, sir." The driver immediately started the engine. As for where they were going? No one dared to ask. It was obvious. The very reason Mr. Harrison had come here was their destination.