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.

share your personal matters with me. But I

pointed towards

out from low blood 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' face, his silence speaking

his frustrations and doubts dissolving

my piece-go check on Caroline. She was asking for

straight out of the

"Mr. Francis."

looking 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."

at his confidante, "I have

silent,

made his way into

as Sawyer suggested, it would indeed be beneficial for

maybe, it was better to

left, Sherilyn lost her interest

not go back and keep

bag and

were at their peak,

Sherilyn was bumped into, her shoulder jolted, nearly

"Are you ok?"

Someone steadied her.