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.

you don't have to share your personal matters with me.

pointed towards the

sugar. What about next time? If something serious happens to her, will you be unable to be there for her, just like

this, a shadow crossed Francis'

his brother, his frustrations

I've said my piece-go check on Caroline. She

he headed straight out

"Mr. Francis."

at the silent Francis, offered some advice, "Maybe, you could tell Mr. Gilbert? He's your most trusted brother

"Enough."

frown deepened, shooting a glance at his confidante, "I

silent, not daring

made his way into

it would indeed be

it was better to wait and

left, Sherilyn lost

not go

grabbed her bag and left

venues were at their peak,

bumped into, her shoulder jolted,

"Are you ok?"

Someone steadied her.