Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Get out! I told you to get out! Leave..." "Enough!"

Francis, who had been silent up until now, suddenly roared, his face darkening, "Will you two ever stop? Do you want Gilbert to have no peace even while he's down?" Francis, known for his calm demeanor, held a presence that when angered, no one dared to challenge.

Instantly, Caroline fell silent, reluctantly letting go of her grip.

Sherilyn let out a cold, mocking laugh, straightening her wrinkled blouse and stepping aside to avoid Caroline, adopting an 'out of sight, out of mind' attitude.

The wait felt endless, dawn was breaking.

Finally, the operation room doors swung open.

"Doctor," Francis stepped forward urgently.

"Mr. Francis," the doctor removed his mask, his expression unreadable, "The surgery was successful, Mr. Gilbert is stable for now."

"For now?"

These words sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Francis' lips curled into a cold smile, "What do you mean 'for now'? Speak clearly!"

"Yes."

The doctor paused before continuing, "Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert was brought in a bit late, missing the optimal window for surgery. For now, let's wait for him to wake up." That statement made Caroline glare at Sherilyn, the blame in her eyes unmistakable-it was all her fault!

Sherilyn lowered her gaze, remaining silent.

Francis' frown deepened, "When will he wake up?"

"It's hard to say... It could be the next moment, it might take days, or even years, or perhaps..."

The doctor left the sentence unfinished.

But where had Sherilyn heard these words before? The year Francis had his accident, the doctors had said the same thing!

And what happened? Francis was in a coma for four years!

The doctor continued, "Let's

complete the paperwork and move Mr. Gilbert to a ward. He needs close monitoring for the next 72 hours of he wakes up within that time, the prognosis is good."

Francis nodded, his demeanor calm, "Alright."

swnov

Soon after, Gilbert was moved from the operation room to a ward.

In the VIP suite, Gilbert lay in his bed, a breathing mask over his face, hooked up to various monitors.

Everything was set up.

The doctor added, "Mr. Francis, if possible, it would be good for family and loved ones to stay by his side, talk to him."

He pointed to his ears, "Though Mr. Gilbert is in a coma, he can still hear."

"Understood."

Francis nodded, well aware of this fact from his own history with comas.

"I'll be in the staff room. Call me if you need anything, and I'll also come by regularly to check on him." "Alright."

Once the doctor had left, Francis looked at Sherilyn and Caroline, "Let's go in, see Gilbert."

He led the way, with Caroline following closely and Sherilyn trailing behind.

Upon entering, the sound of the breathing machine and the

occasional beep of the monitor

the room, with a nurse making

regular notes.

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Francis stood by the bed, his brow furrowed as he looked at his

"Gilbert, I know you can pull Din

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You'll wake up soon."

His gaze shifted to Sherilyn, "Sherilyn..."

But before he could continue, Sherilyn turned and walked out swiftly!

"Sherilyn?"

"Sherilyn!"

It was as if she hadn't heard, pressing on faster until she broke into a run! She had to get out of there, immediately!