Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Francis' gaze lingered, his lips pressed tight, hesitation palpable in the air.

"Gilbert..." Yet, the words remained unspoken.

"Big bro." A sense of dread settled over Gilbert, his unease growing. "What is it? Why is it so hard to say?"

Francis remained silent, offering no response.

"Big bro!" Gilbert's patience was wearing thin, "Can't you even tell me?"

He ventured a guess, "Don't tell me... you've actually done something to wrong Caroline?"

At that, a flicker of confirmation passed through Francis' eyes.

"Big bro!"

Gilbert, taken aback, moved closer, lowering his voice, "Come on, say something!"

"Gilbert..." Francis' brows furrowed deeply, his hesitation evident.

"Big bro!"

"Sawyer!" At that moment, Sawyer stepped forward, putting a hand on Gilbert's shoulder, "Mr. Francis knows what he's doing. Let's not push him too hard!" "I'm pushing him?"

Gilbert's frustration was visible, his gaze fixed on Francis.

with me. But I hope

towards

passing out from low blood sugar. What about next time? If something serious happens

shadow crossed Francis' face, his silence speaking

his frustrations and

check on

headed straight out

"Mr. Francis."

Francis, offered some advice, "Maybe, you could tell Mr. Gilbert? He's your most

"Enough."

glance at his confidante, "I have

silent, not daring to

way into the hospital

it would indeed be beneficial

it was better

left, Sherilyn lost her interest

why not go back and keep

bag

entertainment venues were at their peak, bustling with people

into, her shoulder

"Are you ok?"

Someone steadied her.