Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



In the early afternoon, Jenna had finished her lunch and was now peacefully napping.

Sherilyn's phone buzzed promptly, a message from Gilbert.

[I'm downstairs]

He was here to deliver some medicine.

Wrapping herself in a coat, Sherilyn descended the stairs to meet Gilbert, taking the medicine from his hands.

Gilbert pointed to the bag, "There's a label on the box with instructions, and also... you need to visit the clinic for injections every week. I'll remind you about that when it's time."

"Got it," Sherilyn nodded, ready to head back inside, "Thanks for this, you better get going."

"Sherilyn." Gilbert stopped her, a tone of concern in his voice, "Call me anytime if you need anything."

"I will." Sherilyn didn't decline, simply nodding in agreement.

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert hesitated, his brow furrowed, as if struggling to say more.

Sherilyn, puzzled, offered a small smile. "What's up? You look like you're in a tough spot."

Was he thinking about acknowledging Jenna?

Instead, Gilbert's gaze fell to her abdomen, his voice tense, "I just wanted to ask... how are you feeling? Really?"

Sherilyn had recently undergone surgery for an ectopic pregnancy, which, despite being successful, could still have impacted her health.

"I'm okay," she replied calmly, honestly, "I haven't really noticed anything amiss."

"That's good to hear."

Gilbert nodded, though his expression grew more conflicted, clearly having more to say.

Sherilyn's patience was wearing thin with his hesitation. "What are you trying to say?" she pressed.

"I..." Gilbert tensed, then blurted out, "You heard what Dr. Dalton said today. I wanted to ask what you're planning to do about it?"

What he was referring to, even without saying it outright, was clear to Sherilyn.

He was asking about Dr. Dalton's mention of a 'third option'-having another child...

Sherilyn furrowed her brow, pondering for a moment, "It's too early to think about that now, at least a half-year wait.'Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I understand." Gilbert looked down at her, pressing further, "And after half a year?"

"After half a year?" Sherilyn paused.

"Yes."

"

Gilbert continued, "For Jenna's sake, we need to consider these things in advance. What if we don't find a donor in the next six months?" Then, the 'third option' would be all they had left.

A tightness gripped Sherilyn's chest, her voice tinged with surprise and confusion, "What do you mean by 'consider in advance'?"

Was he trying to use this as an opportunity to suggest they get back together... in that way?

"Don't be nervous."

Having spent enough time with Sherilyn, Gilbert could guess her thoughts by her expression.

With a bittersweet chuckle, he

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Sherilyn nodded silently, "Yes..."

"Then I understand."

Gilbert seemed somewhat relieved, finally making his point clear.

"I think you should also see a doctor."

"Me?" Sherilyn was somewhat confused.

"Yes."

Gilbert explained, "I've done some research. Ectopic pregnancies can recur. you're considering having another child, you need proper care..."

"And even if you decide not to have more children, getting in good health is essential."

His concern was thorough, both reasonable and considerate.

Sherilyn, feeling a complex mix of emotions, knew better than to be ungrateful. Ultimately, she nodded, "Yes, you're right." "Fantastic!"

Gilbert's face lit up, visibly relieved.

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