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 make Fran feel worse

out Dr.

Francis hadn’t spoken a single word.

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

from scratch. Francis just regained consciousness. But he was

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Smith comforted her. “Sylvia, rest assured, things will

gently patting Francis’s hand. “You hear that? It’ll be okay. We won’t rush it.”

speak and blinking was

coming.

sorry, dear, for disturbing your

you.”

me,” Gilbert added. “I’m here

Francis slowly

ensuring Francis was asleep, Gilbert