Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 192

Dr. Smith noticed the urgency in her eyes, “Lady Sylvia, don’t worry. Mr. Francis just woke up. He is only asleep. Try talking to him. Hold his hand, Lady Sylvia.”

“Okay.” Sylvia lifted her trembling hand and gently grasped Francis’s.

Before she could speak, tears rolled down her cheeks, her voice barely a whisper, “Fran, my child, it’s Grandma. I’m here to see you.”

The room fell silent, everyone holding their breath, eyes fixed on Francis, anxious not to miss any response.

Finally, Francis’s eyelids fluttered, slowly opening. His gaze settled on Sylvia first, then to see Gilbert standing beside Sylvia.

“Fran,” Gilbert stepped closer so Francis could see him. “It’s me, Gilbert. Grandma and I are here to visit you.”

A moment passed, and tears welled in Francis’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks as his eyelids drooped again.

Sylvia could no longer hold back, her grip on Francis’s hand tightening as she sobbed. “My Francis, my dear Francis!”

cry. It’ll make Fran feel

had expected. So, she sought out Dr.

arrived, Francis hadn’t spoken a single

explained, “Lady Sylvia, please don’t worry. It’s like this when someone wakes up after a long

Francis had been in a vegetative state for years. Now that he was conscious, it was like starting from scratch. Francis just regained

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rest assured, things will

“You hear that? It’ll be okay. We won’t rush

Francis couldn’t speak and blinking was a struggle,

coming.

ached as she cried, “Tired, huh? I’m sorry, dear,

you.”

Gilbert added. “I’m here

slowly closed his eyes.

asleep, Gilbert escorted Sylvia outside, where