Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 273

At the Johnson Mansion, Caroline’s simmering unease finally bubbled over into certainty

Clutching a hairpin she’d just unearthed from beneath Francis‘ pillow, her heart sank. It wasn’t hers. Whose could it be then? First, it was photos of another girl, and now, this hairpin…

“Francis!” Caroline’s eyes reddened, her voice trembling with emotion she could no longe contain. “Whose is this?”

Francis avoided her gaze, silent.

Though unable to articulate his thoughts fully, his silence spoke volumes–a clear reluctance to communicate.

Caroline laughed bitterly, her emotions teetering on the edge. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot you can’t talk properly yet. Fine, let’s make this simple. Just nod or shake your head, can you do that?”

She sharply pivoted the conversation, “Tell me, are you seeing someone else? Are you?”

Francis remained as he was, gaze lowered, offering no response.

to meet hers. “Answer me! Nod

expression was a mix of emotions

certain now; he loved someone else. But when? He’d been in a coma for years, so

she seethed, her anger palpable. “Is this how you treat me?

was his only reply, his breathing

moment.

clutched at his shirt. “Answer me! Stop pretending! You can send Sawyer to find people

from outside, intervened, pulling Caroline away. “Caroline, please, calm

freely as she pointed at Francis, “Won’t you ask him

alright, I will,” Sylvia sighed, her patience wearing thin. Turning to Francis, she suggested, “Francis, if you can’t explain, should we ask Sawyer to clear this

a hint of response.

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uttering a faint, “No…”

was beyond consolation. “Francis, you jerk!”