Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 700



Sherilyn was taken aback by his forthrightness.

"Stop overthinking it."

Edgar's profile was striking, his smile tinged with a hint of resignation. "I did save you, but I haven't forgotten what you told me before. I understand your concerns."

He paused, sighing. "Don't feel burdened. The things my mom did to you before... I owe you for that. Saving you this time, let's call it even. How about that?"

He spoke of his lifesaving act as if it were nothing.

Such a golden opportunity, yet he didn't exploit the situation to his advantage!

But that's Edgar for you - straightforward and upright.

"...Alright." Sherilyn nodded, her voice a raspy whisper, a smile flickering across her lips.

"Oh." Sherilyn seemed to remember something, pointing to Edgar's arm. "How's your arm?"

"It's a minor injury."

Edgar lifted his arm, rolling up his sleeve to show her. "No damage to the bone, just can't get it wet for a few days, needs regular dressing changes, and I have to watch my diet. Quite the hassle."

Hearing this, Sherilyn frowned. "Don't underestimate it, or it could get infected, and that would be bad."

"Yeah." Edgar saw her serious expression and couldn't help but smile. "I'll be careful."

He lowered his arm, checking the time. "I need to head to the office."

"Okay." Sherilyn felt even more apologetic, urging him, "You should get going."

How much of his time had she taken up?

"Then I'm off."

Edgar gave her a few more instructions before standing up to leave.

Outside the room, Gilbert stood rigid, not moving forward or back. Seeing Edgar emerge, his pupils shrank.

Edgar frowned slightly and turned to leave.

"Why are you still standing here?"

A nurse carrying a treatment tray was on her way to treat Sherilyn.

Noticing Gilbert rooted at the door, she mentioned, "She's awake now. You can visit her."

"Okay." Gilbert swallowed, a bit nervous. "Is she doing better?"

"Much better." The nurse replied. "Emergencies are like that,

dangerous at the moment, bol

through, it's all good."

"Alright."

W

Gilbert peeked over the nurse's shoulder into the room, anxious. "Then, could you ask if I can see her?" "Sure, wait here."

"Thank you."

The nurse pushed open the door and entered.

"You're looking much better," she said to Sherilyn while preparing her for treatment.

Pointing to the door, she added,

"That gentleman with the sourThis is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

tempe has been waiting outsi

night He wants to see you. Will you see him?"

Waited all night?

Sherilyn paused, then slightly nodded. "Yeah."

Some things must be faced sooner rather than later.

"Alright, I'll call him in."

The nurse turned to fetch Gilbert.

"You can go in now."

Gilbert's heart raced, unsure if he was more excited or nervous. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Gilbert stepped inside, his lips

pressed tightly together. As he

approached the bed, his heart

quickened.

Finally, he stood by the bed.

Sherilyn was propped up against the headboard, still on oxygen but looking much better than the night before.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert stared at her face, opening his mouth but at a loss for words.

"You came."

Sherilyn smiled at him, gesturing to the chair beside the bed.

"Have a seat."

"Okay."

Gilbert nodded nervously, pulling the chair closer to sit down.