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.”

Francis to Caroline’s door and knocked.

No response came.

“Mr. Francis,

Francis nodded, signaling the caregiver

wait here

open, entering the darkened room. The curtains were drawn, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light,

was lying with her back to him, silent as if unaware

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wheelchair armrests, Francis struggled to start,

shocked, yet she remained still. The man behind her continued, slowly, “Don’t… be…

Francis inched closer,

are you

he was about

Francis apologized again, his voice low in her ear.

tears. “If you’re sorry, then why did you do it?”

Francis shook his head.

looked confused. “You mean, it’s not what I think?”