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!”

her. “Grandma, don’t cry. It’ll

expected. So, she sought out Dr. Smith, her eyes pleading for an explanation. Wasn’t Francis

had arrived, Francis hadn’t spoken a

don’t worry. It’s like this

state for years. Now that he was conscious, it was like starting from scratch. Francis just regained consciousness.

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Smith comforted her. “Sylvia, rest assured,

Francis’s hand. “You

was a struggle, the tears kept

coming.

dear, for disturbing

you.”

added. “I’m here too,

Francis slowly closed his eyes.

ensuring Francis was asleep, Gilbert escorted Sylvia