Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 1036

She forgot - his neck was stiff, having just slapped on a plaster for relief.

"It's nothing."

Gilbert grinned, revealing a row of dazzling teeth, as he gripped her hand. "Go on, huh?" Go on with what?

Sherilyn's face flushed a deep red as she jerked her hand away. "Behave, will you?"

Escaping his embrace, she announced, "I'm going to freshen up!"

Breaking free, she dashed into the bathroom.

"Tsck!"

Gilbert frowned, gently touching his stiff neck. He was so close to pulling off his charm offensive!

But still...

His lips curled into a smile, realizing that charm might just be a viable strategy after all.

After freshening up, Sherilyn was the first to head downstairs.

The housekeeper had just served breakfast when Gilbert made his way down as well. "You're up early too?"

Sherilyn checked the time. "I've got to get ready for makeup. You could've slept in."

"Slept enough."

Gilbert smiled, taking her hand again. "I sleep better next to you."

Really?

Sherilyn glanced at the edge of the plaster peeking out from his collar. With his neck stiff, and he talks about good sleep quality?

Just then, Gilbert's phone buzzed in his pocket.

He let go of her hand but didn't step away, answering the call right in front of her.

"Yeah, it's me... Alright, I've got it, wait for my cue."

After hanging up, Gilbert checked the time. "It's too early for anything now..."

So, he put down his phone.

Sherilyn passed him a glass of green juice, casually inquiring, "Who were you planning to call?"

"My brother." Gilbert took a sip of the juice without hiding anything from her.

"Is something going on?"

"Yeah." Gilbert nodded, a slight furrow in his brow. "It's about Caroline."

"Oh." Sherilyn went silent, evidently not too interested.

"Don't get it wrong."

Gilbert watched her expression as he explained, "My brother and I, we're trying to find a doctor for Caroline."

"A doctor?" Sherilyn looked up, guessing, "Is it about her leg?"

"Yeah." Gilbert nodded. "My brother and I have always been looking for solutions."

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After all, Caroline was still young. there was the slightest hope, they couldn just sit by and watch her spend her life in a wheelchair

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"So..."

Sherilyn pointed at his phone. "Was that call about some good news?"

"Sort of."

Gilbert said, "We've found a reliable doctor, but with medical treatments, nothing's certain."

Especially since he himself was a patient, he knew all too well the unpredictability of life and health.

Even the most skilled doctors couldn't guarantee a 100% success rate.

He continued, "This doctor is in Quinland."

Sherilyn looked surprised, guessing, "Are you planning to send Caroline to Quinland?" "Yeah."

As they spoke, Gilbert finished his green juice.

Sherilyn handed him a napkin, her brow furrowed. "But would Caroline want to go to Quinland?" "Huh?" Gilbert was taken aback. "It's for treatment. Why wouldn't she want to?" "It's not that simple."

Sherilyn raised an eyebrow. "She

might think you're using treatment as an excuse, that you're actually sending her away because she's a burden."

"That's..." Gilbert was startled. "Really?"

Sherilyn shrugged, not wanting to further, urging him

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e your medicine soon."

"Alright."

Gilbert agreed, focusing back on his meal.

Just then, his phone rang again. It was Francis.

"Hey, bro..."