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!”

for Sylvia, Gilbert supported her. “Grandma, don’t cry. It’ll make Fran feel

she sought out Dr. Smith, her eyes

Francis hadn’t spoken a

understood her concern and explained, “Lady Sylvia, please don’t worry. It’s like this when someone wakes up

like starting from scratch. Francis just regained consciousness. But he was like a child again,

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her. “Sylvia, rest assured,

sighed in relief, gently patting Francis’s hand. “You hear that? It’ll be okay. We won’t

couldn’t speak and blinking was a struggle,

coming.

dear, for disturbing your

you.”

added. “I’m here too, staying

Francis slowly closed his eyes.

was asleep, Gilbert escorted Sylvia