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.

She reached out, forcing his face to meet hers. “Answer me!

was a mix of emotions

was almost certain now; he loved someone else. But when? He’d been in a coma for years, so it must have been before that. The realization chilled her to the

anger palpable. “Is this how you treat me? Did you ever

his breathing

moment.

as she clutched at his shirt. “Answer me! Stop pretending! You can send

Caroline away. “Caroline, please,

as she pointed at Francis,

thin. Turning to Francis, she suggested, “Francis, if you can’t explain, should we ask Sawyer

response. From his

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his head, uttering a faint, “No…”

consolation. “Francis, you jerk!”