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.

forcing his face to meet hers. “Answer me! Nod or shake your

a mix of emotions

in a coma for

how you treat me? Did you ever consider my feelings

his only reply, his

moment.

“Answer me! Stop pretending! You can send Sawyer to find people but can’t say

from outside, intervened, pulling Caroline away. “Caroline, please, calm down. Francis is still

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

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

a hint of response. From his wheelchair, he

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his head, uttering a

beyond consolation.