Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Moving into Blue Haven was a mixed bag of easy and hard.

The South Building was ready to move into at any time, but making it feel like home required some preparation.

Gilbert called Nolan and gave him a long list of instructions.

"I've cleared out the two rooms next to mine. One of them, I want the walk-in closet expanded... The kids' room needs new furniture, and we also need to add some stuff to the garden..."

His requests were a bit much, so they couldn't move in that day.

"That's fine..."

Holding Jenna, Gilbert sought Sherilyn's opinion, "It gives us more time to feel comfortable. Let's also get Dalton to come over and take a look."

Dalton was Jenna's lead hematologist.

Sherilyn agreed without objection, as it seemed they were on the same wavelength.

While they were discussing, a nurse came in, pushing a treatment cart to administer Gilbert's afternoon therapy.

His treatment was scheduled for three times a day, and the doctor would regularly check on his fingers.

After the nurse left, Sherilyn grabbed two pillows, placing them under his left hand.

"How does your pinky feel?"

"Just sore," Gilbert admitted, "but not as bad as at night."Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Mm," Sherilyn nodded, "The doctor said pain is a good sign. It's when you feel nothing that's worrying..." There was a knock on the door; it was Charles.

Charles didn't come empty-handed; he brought a laptop and a pile of documents, smiling at Sherilyn. "Sherilyn."

"Right."

Sherilyn nodded in acknowledgment, knowing they had business to discuss, and beckoned Jenna.

"Mr. Gilbert's busy now, let's go play over there."

"Oh, mommy carry!"

"Sure thing."

Sherilyn, after a moment of hesitation, carefully advised, "Take care of your hand. It needs to stay elevated."

"..." Upon hearing this, Gilbert's expression softened, and he smiled, "Got it, I won't forget."

Charles chimed in, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Mr. Gilbert."

"Then I'll leave you to it."

Sherilyn, carrying Jenna, moved aside.

While playing with Jenna, she occasionally glanced over at the hospital bed.

In just a short time, the bed and the mobile table were covered in documents.

Gilbert was deeply engrossed in conversation with Charles, showing a side of himself Sherilyn seldom saw. It was both unfamiliar and refreshing, different from his usual demeanor...

"Mommy! It's your turn!"

"Ah..." Sherilyn shifted her attention back to Jenna, fully engaging with her. "Let's see..."

...

Later, Francis visited the hospital.

Seeing his brother's bandaged hand, he frowned and shook his head, "How come you didn't tell me about this?"

"I didn't want you to worry," Gilbert

responded with a smile, "the

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situation at the time would have been the same even if I had told you."

This was a Harrison family matter.

Francis sighed, looking at his brother, "Looks like you broke your finger, but you seem in good spirits?"

"Not bad." Gilbert nodded, lifting his left hand slightly, "Sherilyn and Jenna will be moving in with me."

That explained it.

Francis chuckled, understanding, "You sly dog..."

No wonder he was so cheerful.

When Sherilyn entered the room, she

looked up at Francis with a sphere

smile,

"Big brother? Here to see

"

"Yes." Francis nodded, glancing behind her, "Jenna's not with you?"

"She's next door. Fell asleep after playing, so I laid her down."