Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 310

Before Sherilyn even reached Jenna's ward, she spotted William from a distance.

"Dr. William!" she called out, louder than she intended. But William's expression was far from cheerful.

Sherilyn paused, her smile fading slightly. "Sorry, I was too loud. We need to keep it quiet in the ward."

"It's okay." William furrowed his brows and gestured towards his office. "Let's talk inside."

"Sure."

Up until that moment, Sherilyn hadn't fully grasped the disappointment she was about to face...

"Dr. William..."

After hearing William's words, Sherilyn's face turned pale, and she forced a smile. "You're kidding, right?"

William shook his head. "It's been over six months since Jenna was hospitalized. Like you, I hoped she'd get better."

Sherilyn felt a lump in her throat and her eyes started to water. "Is there really no solution, William?"

William looked genuinely distressed. "The donor backed out last minute. It's beyond our control."

He continued, "I should've warned you sooner that this might happen. I'm sorry."

"William." Sherilyn closed her eyes briefly, then asked, "Who's the donor? Can you tell me? Maybe I can talk to them..."

"Sherilyn!" William interrupted urgently. "Calm down! That's not legal!"

Sherilyn stood there stunned, tears welling up in her eyes.

What was she supposed to do? What about Jenna?

"Sherilyn," William said, understanding the heart of a mother, "don't lose hope. There will be other opportunities... Jenna's condition isn't life-threatening yet."

But what about the future?

Every day without a cure meant Jenna needed regular hospital visits. Hoping for the best, the condition could be managed. But what if it couldn't? Sherilyn took a deep breath, stood up, and thanked William. "I... I'm going to see Jenna."

"Sherilyn..."

"I'm okay."

She turned away, biting her lip hard.

Standing at the door to the ward, she took several deep breaths, trying to push back her tears. She couldn't let Jenna see her like this. She pushed the door open, and the room was silent.

The bed was empty. Jenna wasn't there.

Down in the lobby.

Gilbert had just seen off a supplier who'd come to visit and was heading back to the ward when something caught his eye.

Huh? He did a double-take.

Narrowing his eyes, he recognized the little figure by the vending machine. That's the little girl he met last time.

Gilbert walked over and crouched down. "Jenna?"

"Ah?"

Jenna turned around, and upon seeing Gilbert, her puzzled expression turned into a bright smile.

"Sir, it's you!"

"Yeah." Gilbert ruffled her hair. "What are you doing here? It's past your bedtime. Where's your nurse?"

Jenna didn't answer right away but pointed at the vending machine. "Strawberry milk, sir."

Did she want him to buy it for her?

Seeing such an adorable little munchkin, Gilbert wouldn't hesitate. He pulled out his wallet, inserted coins, and pressed the button. "Here, strawberry milk."

"Wow!" Jenna clasped her little hands together, her eyes lighting up like a cartoon character. "Thank you, sir! You're the best." She hugged Gilbert tightly around his neck.

Then, quietly, she whispered in his ear, "Sir, do you know what 'death' means?"