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 you truly understand

towards the

from low blood sugar. What about next time? If something serious happens to her, will you be

crossed Francis' face, his

watched his brother, his frustrations and doubts dissolving

my piece-go check on Caroline.

that, he headed straight out of the

"Mr. Francis."

at the silent Francis, offered some advice, "Maybe, you could tell Mr. Gilbert? He's your most trusted brother after all. Besides, with Mr. Gilbert's help, it could ease some

"Enough."

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

silent, not daring to say

way into

Just as Sawyer suggested, it would indeed

better to wait

Gilbert left, Sherilyn lost

to spare, why not go back

bag and

this hour, entertainment venues were at their peak, bustling with

her shoulder

"Are you ok?"

Someone steadied her.