Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After vomiting so violently, it felt like her insides were turning out. Sherilyn knew she had to visit the hospital.

"Doctor, what's wrong with me?" Sherilyn asked after undergoing some tests, awaiting the results with anxiety and hope.-

After a brief pause, the doctor inquired, "Are you married?"

Puzzled by the question, Sherilyn nodded and replied, "Yes, I am. But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Congratulations," the doctor said with a slight smile. "You're pregnant."

Sherilyn's eyes widened in disbelief. The summer heat had been unbearable lately, and her appetite had dwindled. She thought it was just the seasonal blues or perhaps a stomach bug.

"Pregnant?" she echoed, still in shock.

Until the night before, this news would have filled her with joy. But at the moment...

"Could it be a mistake? Misdiagnoses happen, right?" Sherilyn asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"When was your last period?" the doctor asked.

As she figured out the dates, Sherilyn's face turned pale. "It's been delayed by a week."

"Well, there you have it," the doctor said, spreading his hands before placing the test results in front of her. "Blood tests don't lie. You're pregnant."

Sherilyn glanced at the report. The words were clear, and a red stamp confirmed her early pregnancy. She closed her eyes for a moment to soak in the reality.

"Thank you, doctor," she said, picking up the report. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Sherilyn stepped out into the summer sun, and its rays seemed to pierce her eyes, bringing tears to the surface.

"What am I going to do?" she murmured.

Her marriage to Gilbert was scarcely two months, and their intimate moments had been few and far between, always rushed and somewhat awkward. She had thought Gilbert wasn't keen on intimacy. However, she realized that his lack of interest wasn’t in the action itself, but in her.

The thought that those few encounters were probably out of obligation rather than desire was hurtful, especially now that she was pregnant. What should she do about the baby?

At twenty, Sherilyn felt too young and overwhelmed to handle such a huge decision by herself. She knew she had to talk to Gilbert. After all, he was the father.

Gilbert was at the hospital, tending to Caroline, recovering from a miscarriage. Sherilyn arrived, hoping to speak with Gilbert, but was stopped at the door by his bodyguards, Allen and Abel.

"Why can't I go in?" Sherilyn asked, confusion clouding her eyes.

"It's Mr. Gilbert's orders," they replied.

So, it was Gilbert's doing. Was he protecting Caroline from her, or was he worried Caroline wouldn't be pleased to see her?

Defeated yet stubborn, Sherilyn pleaded, "Please, just let him know I need to talk to him. It's important."

The brothers exchanged glances before Abel agreed to pass on the message.

Gilbert's response was cold and dismissive. "Tell her to stay away from Caroline's room. I don't want Caroline disturbed."

Sherilyn's heart sank upon hearing the message. Her hands trembled, and her face turned pale. She bit her lip so hard that it bled, but she didn't even notice the pain.

"I'll leave," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else, as she turned to walk away, the weight of her world seemingly crashing down around her.