Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The next day, over the weekend, Gilbert decided to pay a visit to his brother, Francis.

After hearing from the doctor about a new treatment available from overseas, specifically from Quinland, Gilbert had managed to secure a supply. He was eager to know if there was any improvement in Francis‘ condition.

“How’s it looking?” Gilbert tried to maintain a composed exterior, but his heart was filled with immense hope.

“Mr. Gilbert,” the doctor greeted him with a hopeful smile, cautious not to overpromise. “Based on what we’re seeing, Mr. Francis seems to be responding well to the treatment. His reflexes have shown significant improvement over the past few days.”

Gilbert’s eyes sparkled with optimism. “Really?”

“Mr. Gilbert,” the doctor gestured towards the monitor. “Why don’t you try talking to Mr. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Francis?”

Puzzled but willing, Gilbert took a seat by the bed, gazing at Francis, and began to speak in a deep, solemn voice.

“Big bro, it’s me, Gilbert. Can you hear me? Grandma just had heart surgery, and she’s been waiting for years for you to wake up. Bro, you’ve slept enough… it’s time to wake up…”

“Mr. Gilbert, look!” Before Gilbert could finish, the doctor pointed at the monitor, drawing his attention to it. Though not an expert, Gilbert could clearly see Francis‘ heartbeat

accelerating.

“What does this mean?”

“Mr. Gilbert,” the doctor said with a smile, “Mr. Francis might not be awake yet, but he can hear us.” Hearing is the last sense to fade and the first to return.

Gilbert was momentarily lost for words, his face lighting up with joy. “So, you’re saying my brother… might wake up?”

“While I can’t guarantee it, the signs are very promising based on Mr. Francis‘ current condition.” No doctor would make promises, but this was as good as it could get.

“That’s wonderful.” A genuine smile spread across Gilbert’s face as he expressed his gratitude. “Thank you for everything.”

“Not at all, Mr. Gilbert. It’s my duty, after all,” the doctor replied before excusing himself.

Sitting by the bed for a moment longer, Gilbert whispered, “Big bro, since you can hear me… I’ve got something to tell you… I’m planning to be with Sherilyn… You’d approve, right?”

Of course, there was no response from Francis.

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as a yes.” Gilbert said.

08:27

He stepped out of the hospital feeling pretty cheerful.

Today, he was going to pick up Caroline from Sunhaven Airport.

Her flight was on time, and soon after Gilbert arrived, Caroline emerged from the terminal, her team in tow. Even in a crowd, her tall, slender figure, concealed behind sunglasses and a mask, stood out.

Caroline was undeniably beautiful, which explained why both Johnson brothers had once vied for her affection. In the end, she chose the elder…

Gilbert squinted, reminiscing about their younger days. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Tired?” He opened the car door for her, mindful of the roof. “Get in.”

“Thanks,” Caroline said with a smile, ducking into the car. Gilbert followed suit.

Removing her sunglasses and mask, Caroline revealed her bare face, looking somewhat weary. The recent shoot must have been taxing.

Gilbert frowned slightly, concerned. “Everything alright? Should we head straight home so you can rest?“.

“Not yet.” Shaking her head, Caroline replied, “There’s an event tonight I can’t miss. Just drop me off there.”

Gilbert seemed displeased. “Why is your schedule so packed?”

“No choice,” Caroline said with a shrug and a smile. “We all have to push ourselves.”