Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 291

On the third night, after attending a dinner with suppliers, Gilbert felt off as he left the dining hall. Shadows danced before his eyes, and his body swayed as if about to collapse.

"Mr. Gilbert!" Charles rushed to his side, his voice filled with concern. "We can't delay any longer! There's nothing pressing now; let's get you to a hospital, shall we?"

"Okay."

Gilbert didn’t argue. With the supplier issue resolved and his responsibilities at home squared away, he allowed Charles to support him to the car, feeling increasingly unsteady and his throat burning like he’d swallowed hot coals.

...

At the hospital.

"Mr. Gilbert, just wait here a moment; I'll go check in."

"Alright."

Gilbert waited for Charles in the lobby's seating area. Luckily, he was usually pretty healthy and started feeling a bit better after resting for a while.

To the left of the lobby was a playroom.

Its walls were made of clear glass, allowing Gilbert to see inside from where he sat.

Since it was evening, the room was sparsely populated, with just a few kids inside.

Gilbert's gaze was drawn to one child in particular, a girl with a bob cut and bangs, her large, grape-like eyes sparkling with innocence.

Unaware of being watched, Jenna stood in front of a whiteboard, cap in hand, about to write.

"Hey! Give it here!"

But before she could start, a blond girl with piercing blue eyes rushed over and snatched the marker from her hand.

Jenna, trembling slightly, looked up at her, trying to reason with her.

"That was my marker. I got it first."

"Did you?" The girl shrugged nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow. "Well, it's in my hands now."

She asked Jenna, "You wanted to draw?"

Jenna nodded, hopeful the girl would return the marker. "Can I have it back, please?"