Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1294

"Mr. Gilbert?" Charles, who had followed closely behind, saw his state and knew exactly what was happening. He quickly reached into Gilbert's pocket, pulled out the small pill bottle, and pressed it into his hand.

"Here, your medicine."

"Right." Gilbert took it, unscrewed the cap, shook a pill into his palm, and tossed it into his mouth. By now, the motion was as smooth and practiced as breathing.

Charles watched him, his own face etched with worry. What were they going to do? He saw Mr. Gilbert's condition every day, and it was clearly getting worse.

...

They set off for the airport to head back home. In the departure lounge, Charles received a call from the hospital.

"Hello." He glanced over at Gilbert, who was resting with his eyes closed, and lowered his voice. "Is this about the specialists' consensus? Mr. Harrison is resting. You can tell me first."

"Yes," the doctor on the other end replied, knowing Charles was Gilbert's right-hand man, his shadow. "Mr. Charles, after the consultation... our recommendation is for Mr. Harrison to undergo surgery as soon as possible."

Surgery? Charles froze, a chill running down his spine. He lowered his voice even further. "But didn't you say the surgery was extremely risky?"

"That's correct," the doctor confirmed, "but circumstances have changed. In Mr. Harrison's current state, if he collapses again without having the surgery, I'm afraid..." He paused, a heavy silence hanging in the air before he finished with four grave words: "it could be fatal."

Charles's eyes widened in shock. "That's absurd!" he blurted out.

"Mr. Charles..." the doctor said wearily. "We wish it were absurd, too. Frankly, the progression of Mr. Harrison's illness has been unexpectedly rapid." He sighed. "Mr. Charles, please convey this to Mr. Harrison exactly as I've said it. He needs to make a decision soon. We'll be waiting for your call."

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