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.

face to meet hers. “Answer me! Nod

of emotions Caroline couldn’t decipher.

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

you treat me? Did you ever consider my feelings when you

reply, his

moment.

it?” Caroline’s voice broke as she clutched at his shirt. “Answer me! Stop pretending! You can send

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

freely as she pointed at Francis, “Won’t you ask him what he’s done

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 up?”

last, Francis showed a hint of response. From his wheelchair, he slowly but decisively

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head, uttering

consolation.