Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Alright, I'll be right over."

Hanging up the phone, Gilbert immediately rushed to Pinecrest Villa.

This wasn't his first visit because this was where Sawyer lived.

Pressing the doorbell, it was Sawyer who answered.

"Mr. Gilbert," Sawyer stepped aside, saying, "please, come in."

"Thanks." Gilbert nodded, stepping inside.

"You're here."

Inside, Francis was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"Big bro," Gilbert flashed a smile, looking around, "What's up? You're being all mysterious."

Francis' expression was serious as he stretched his arms and stood up from the couch. Gilbert quickly picked up a cane lying nearby and handed it to him. "Big bro, here." "Thanks." Francis took it, casting a glance at his brother, "Follow me upstairs."

"Oh, okay."

Gilbert felt a chill, sensing something wasn't quite right.

He followed his brother upstairs.

Francis led the way, silent, stopping in front of a door.

bro?" Gilbert was

want

he reached for the doorknob and gently turned it... the

Gilbert looked inside.

it looked like someone had tried to tidy up by arranging

about three years old, was sitting

stunned, looking up at

carefully closed the door, not wanting to startle the

Gilbert was holding his breath, shock spreading across his

yet unsure where to

this child?

from? Why was he hidden away in Sawyer's place? Seeing his brother's grave and cautious demeanor, could

looked at his brother

you're

eyes widened, disbelief shattering his composure. How could this be?

He remembered.

up, his brother had been having Sawyer look for someone. It seemed now, it was this child?

woman's intuition.

Francis of having an affair, even though she hadn't found any concrete

looked at his brother and

he

ask, how do you plan

answer, Gilbert lowered his voice, yet spoke firmly, "Big bro, don't forget your

frowned, his distinguished face devoid