Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 285

The moment Gilbert spoke, Charles immediately understood what he meant. "Mr. Gilbert, should we handle it?"

"Yes." With a slight nod, Gilbert confirmed the necessity.

It was inevitable, after all.

Leaving such a ticking time bomb near Sherilyn? This time it was acute appendicitis, and on a day when a hurricane had shut down the roads!

Had he not arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Hannah really has a mean streak!

Meanwhile, Edgar had rushed to the hospital.

"Nurse, has a patient named Sherilyn been admitted recently?"

"Yes, she's in observation room 3."

"Thank you!"

Edgar entered the quiet observation room and slowed his pace as he sat beside the bed.

"Sherilyn..."

He spoke softly, as if handling something fragile, gently holding Sherilyn's hand.

"I'm sorry I'm late... but thank goodness, you're alright..."

Sherilyn's hand stirred in his palm.

"Sherilyn?" Edgar tensed up. "You're awake?"

Sherilyn, with furrowed brows, slowly opened her eyes. "Edgar... it's you."

The pain was intense, and her consciousness was blurry. She vaguely remembered being carried and brought to the hospital. She hadn't expected Edgar to be the one.

But then, who else but Edgar would worry about her so much?

On a hurricane-hit day, with roads closed, only he would go to such lengths for her.

"Yeah, it's me."

Edgar, unaware of her thoughts, nodded. "I'm sorry I'm late. How are you feeling?"

"Much better." Sherilyn's voice was weak. "How did you know I was sick?"

"Derek told me."

Sherilyn understood. Mrs. Brooks had been at the hotel, along with Ms. Hansen.

Her gaze then fell on Edgar, noticing he was completely drenched. "How come you're..." "It's nothing."

Edgar smiled casually. "The rain was heavy; couldn't help but get a bit wet."

Hearing this, Sherilyn felt a pang of gratitude. He had endured all this for her.

"Edgar, thank you... thank you for everything."

Edgar quickly shook his head. "I didn't do much."

How could he say that? If not for him, she could've been in a much worse state tonight.

"Edgar..."

Sherilyn reached for the bedside table.

"What do you need?"

Edgar asked, promptly picking up the large towel that was lying there.

"Yes." Sherilyn nodded, and Edgar handed her the towel.

"You really..." Sherilyn laughed, amused by his gesture. "This is for you, not me. You're soaked. Take off your jacket and dry your hair." "Oh, right."

Edgar smiled, and Sherilyn lifted her hand, placing the towel over his head. "Dry off, you don't want to catch a cold." "Okay."

They shared a smile, a moment of silent understanding.

At the doorway, Gilbert stood with his hands in his pockets, silently observing the pair, his gaze darkening by the second.

Charles, standing behind him, didn't dare make a sound.

Suddenly, Gilbert turned and strode out.

Trouble! Mr. Gilbert was about to explode!

Charles hurried after him. "Mr. Gilbert, where are we going?"

"Idiot!" Gilbert exploded, glaring at Charles as if he was a fool. "Didn't you see what's happening? Back to Sunhaven!"

Did he really belong there, watching them be so close?

"But..." Charles softly countered, disagreeing. "Mr. Gilbert, I think you should go in and explain. After all, it was you who saved Sherilyn tonight..."