Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 275

Caroline stormed out of the room, her frustration palpable as the door slamm behind her.

Gilbert massaged his temples, feeling utterly helpless. Was his brother really s someone else? Even if he did know, he wouldn’t tell Caroline, but the truth was, completely in the dark about the whole situation.

That night, the Johnson Mansion was restless, with sleep eluding most of its inh

The next morning found only Sylvia and Francis at the breakfast table. Gilbert had early, and Caroline, unusually, was still in bed.

Sighing, Sylvia put down her cutlery and looked at Francis. “Francis, I have no idea going on, but if there’s any truth to these rumors, even if you’re my own flesh and bl have to be fair–playing two sides isn’t right!”

Francis remained silent.

“You know,” Sylvia continued, somewhat siding with Francis, “I believe there must be a reason. You’ve always been sensible. Now, about Caroline-” She gestured upstairs, “She’s upset. Go on, go make it up to her.”

“…Okay.” Francis nodded slowly.

“That’s more like it,” Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. “Caroline has waited for you for year You can’t let her down now.”

She called over the caregiver, “Come, help Francis upstairs.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

to Caroline’s door and knocked. “Ms. Bennett, Mr.

No response came.

tried the knob. “Mr. Francis, the door isn’t

the caregiver

wait

her with another nod and pushed the door open, entering the darkened room. The curtains were drawn, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim

with her back to him, silent as if unaware of his prese

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the wheelchair armrests, Francis struggled to start, “I’m… sorry…”

shocked, yet she remained still. The man behind her

closer,

you

was off, quickly turned and caught Francis just as he was about

apologized again, his voice low in

up with tears. “If you’re

Francis shook his head.

“You mean, it’s not