Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 1022

"Remember, keep your emotions in check. Big swings can heat up your blood, send your heart racing, spike your blood pressure, expand your blood vessels... all of which can mess with a clot." The doctor paused before adding, "And, treatments aside, episodes like today's fainting spell could still happen..."

"Mr. Harrison, please, try not to be alone... That way, if something does happen, it'll be caught in time."

Not be alone? At all times?

Gilbert blinked, his gaze involuntarily shifting to Sherilyn. "Does that include sleeping?"

"Exactly," the doctor advised. "You might want to consider hiring a caregiver."

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

"Got it," Gilbert nodded. "Thanks. Could you prescribe the medication now?"

...

Stepping out of the doctor's office, Sherilyn gently tugged on the hand Gilbert was holding.

"What's up?" Gilbert immediately looked down, leaning in. "You got something on your mind?" "Yeah."

Her frown was directed at Naylor. "Mr. Harrison needs his treatment, so should he be taking a break from work?" "Well..."

Naylor hesitated, mulling it over before shaking his head. "Afraid not."

"Not?!"

Sherilyn was visibly upset. "With his condition, he's still supposed to work himself to the bone?"

She might not know business, but she had seen him swamped with work!

"Hmm..."

Naylor furrowed his brows, considering his words carefully before addressing Gilbert.

"You can't stop now, and you have to keep your illness a secret."

Otherwise, if his descendants caught wind, it would spell trouble.

"You know what to do. You don't need me to tell you. Just handle it."

Gilbert arched an eyebrow. "Alright."

"..." Sherilyn was getting anxious.

"Don't worry."

Naylor waved her off. "It's not like

he's

d to have issues! Stoppin

I do him more harm than

good."

After a moment, he advised her.

"And you heard the doctor, right? Don't stress him out... If you really care about him, cheer him up."

With that, he stood and headed for the door.

"It's late. I'm off."

Before leaving, he gave Gilbert a meaningful look, as if thousands of words were reduced to a single sentence. "Take care, son."

He then left.

Gilbert stared after the departing figure, momentarily lost in thought.

Was old man Naylor simply afraid of losing him...

Or was it the fear of leaving the Harrison family without a successor?

"Mr. Gilbert."

Charles entered, glancing at

Sherilyn. The doctor mentioned

some instructions for the

medication and a diet plan. Should

we?"

"I'll come with you." Sherilyn nodded, standing.

"Let's go together..." Gilbert made to stand as well.

"Stay," Sherilyn pressed down on his shoulder. "You've just woken up. Rest a bit more... I've already called your brother. He should be here soon. Wait for him."

"Alright then."

Knowing his brother was coming, Gilbert didn't insist further.

He gave Sherilyn a grin. "I'll wait here for you."

"Mm..."

Seeing his playful smile, Sherilyn felt a tightness in her chest, quickly averting her gaze to Charles. "Let's go."

"Sure."

As she turned away, Gilbert's smile quickly vanished, leaving no trace behind.

Outside, Sherilyn abruptly closed her eyes, feeling a surge of emotion that dampened her lashes.