Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 430

"Uh-huh." Sherilyn nodded weakly, her energy sapped.

The OB-GYN left, and in came the orthopedic surgeon.

After a thorough examination, it was determined that her shoulder was dislocated. Right there and then, the doctor performed a manual reduction.

Then, he secured it with a bandage and advised, "Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson, it's nothing serious. Just avoid any strenuous activity for the next week and pay attention to your diet."

Besides that, both doctors prescribed some medication, explained how to take them, and then she was ready to be discharged.

While her subordinate took care of the paperwork, Gilbert carried Sherilyn to the car.

Throughout, Sherilyn kept her eyes closed. After such a fiasco, she didn't know how to face Gilbert.

She thought their entanglement had ended with the child she believed she was carrying.

Even though she agreed to return to him because of Rebecca, the current situation was different...

She wasn't pregnant, which meant she and he were still entangled.

Both emotionally and physically, she wasn't prepared.

But Gilbert thought she was just embarrassed. He raised his hand to touch her face, "Sherilyn, you know what? I'm so glad."

At his words, Sherilyn suddenly opened her eyes. Glad? Glad about what?

But looking at his expression, joy was evident in his eyes and smile-he meant it. Why?

As Gilbert gently stroked her hair, his gaze fixed on Sherilyn, slightly warm.

"Even though the pregnancy was a misunderstanding, to you, it was real. You were willing to have my child, weren't you?"

Sherilyn opened her mouth but said nothing.

Of course, he didn't need her answer. The facts were clear.

Gilbert leaned in, holding her tight. "Sherilyn, thank you. Thank you for being willing to go through all this."

Pregnancy is no small feat for a woman.

Besides the nine months of pregnancy, there's also the risk of complications and the ordeal of childbirth often referred to as passing through the 'gates of death'.

And after giving birth, there's aging, body changes, postpartum depression, and a slew of other issues to face.

He whispered in her ear, "I can't even imagine you'd be willing to endure all this for me, for our child."

Even though the pregnancy was a mistake, her intentions were genuine.

He turned his face to kiss her cheek, "Sherilyn, thank you. I'll treat you well, I promise not to let you down."

Held in his embrace, Sherilyn was speechless, her mouth agape in shock.

More than the misunderstanding about the pregnancy, his words now shook her deeply!

Was he sincere?

She didn't care whether he would let her down or not; she had long moved past the phase where love was everything.

She just wanted to know, was he really okay with them having a child? He didn't have to love her; loving the child was enough.

Could she trust him?

"Mr. Gilbert."

The subordinate returned with the medication. Gilbert took it and then asked Sherilyn, "Come back to Golden Oak Manor with me. With your shoulder like this, you need someone to look after you. You're sharing a place with someone who has a child; what if they accidentally bump into you?"

What else could happen?

It seemed destiny had played a cruel joke on her! It was fated; she was still entangled with this man.

"Uh-huh." Sherilyn resignedly nodded.

That night, Sawyer brought news to Francis.

"Mr. Francis, good news, the child has been found!"