Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Pregnant?"

Gilbert paused for a moment, his voice getting huskier. "Are you sure? No mistake?"

It wasn't impossible.

He and Sherilyn had always been careful, the chances of pregnancy were slim. Hadn't there been a false alarm before?

"Positive," confirmed the doctor, "Both the urine and blood tests show the same result. There's no mistake."

"The pregnancy is too early to detect, not even two weeks yet. In about a month or two, we can do an ultrasound and see the gestational sac."

The doctor stole a glance at Gilbert's expression.

Was Mr. Johnson happy or not?

With his face all tensed up, could it be he didn't want it?

Gilbert frowned, his emotions a mix.

He quickly accepted the result; no contraceptive method was 100% foolproof.

Recalling how Sherilyn had fainted a few days ago, her recent lack of appetite, and her frequent drowsiness...

It was confirmed then, Sherilyn was pregnant!

This should have been joyous news, but at the moment, he wasn't sure how to feel.

When it came to having children, he believed in respecting Sherilyn's wishes, after all, she would be the one carrying the child.

As for himself, he was indifferent.

To put it bluntly, having children or not didn't matter to him in the grand scheme of things. The Johnson family legacy could easily carry on with his older brother, Francis, who already had a son.

Of course, if it happened and they had a child... his child, he would naturally love them.

But what about Sherilyn? What did she want?

Did she want this child?

Gilbert glanced at the closed curtains around the bed where Sherilyn lay.

"When can my wife wake up?"

"It's hard to say, but it shouldn't be too long."

Gilbert nodded, then asked with concern, "Is it common for pregnant women to faint? This is the second time my wife has fainted."

"It varies. It depends on the

individual's health and can also be

influenced by their environment,

emotions, and so on," explained

doctor in detail. "Therefore, it's important for expectant mothers to improve their nutrition, maintain régular habits, and keep a positive mood..."

"Right," Gilbert then inquired about the injury on her arm, "My wife is pregnant, she shouldn't just use any medication."

"Indeed."

The doctor thought to himself that Mr. Johnson seemed eager for the child.

"Don't worry, we were about to do an X-ray on Mrs Johnson's arm, but luckily the urine and blood tests came first... We've already consulted an orthopedic doctor. There's no bone injury, just soft tissue bruising. We're using a mild topical

medication safe for pregno

women, and the swelling should go down in a few days."

"Thank you."

Sherilyn hadn't woken up yet, and Gilbert, concerned, had her moved to a hospital room.

She slept on the hospital bed while he sat by her side, watching over her.

The nurse had already applied the medication to her elbow, emitting a faint, not unpleasant medicinal scent. "Gilbert." The door to the room opened, and in came Caroline.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"Caroline?"

Gilbert was momentarily startled, his eyes flickering in surprise. What was she doing here?

Not wanting to disturb Sherilyn, he got up and gestured for Caroline to step outside to talk.

"Right," Caroline nodded, waiting for him by the door.

"How come you're here?" Gilbert whispered as he gently closed the door behind him.

"I ran into your housekeeper, Fidelia, a while ago," Caroline pointed to her leg, saying, "I came for a check-up."

Her leg had been injured a while back during an altercation with

Rebecca White, and lately, it h

been aching a bit from dance practice, prompting her visit.

"Fidelia mentioned you were here."