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

nodded. "I want you

reached for the doorknob and gently

Gilbert looked inside.

messy, but it looked like someone had tried to tidy up by arranging items neatly around the edges. There was a carpet

a little boy, about three years old, was sitting cross-legged, completely

Gilbert was stunned, looking

speak, Francis carefully closed the door, not wanting to startle

holding his breath, shock spreading

yet unsure

was this child? Where

hidden away in Sawyer's place? Seeing his brother's grave

looked at his brother and slightly

as you're thinking, he's

How could this be? How was

He remembered.

look for someone. It

deny a woman's intuition. It's

an affair, even though she hadn't

news, Gilbert looked at his brother and asked, "What

it over, he

ask, how

bro, don't

frowned, his distinguished face