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.

Gilbert was

nodded. "I want you to

a deep breath, he reached for the

Gilbert looked inside.

like someone had tried to tidy up by arranging items neatly around the edges. There was a carpet

little boy, about three years old, was sitting cross-legged, completely absorbed in playing

Gilbert was stunned, looking up at

he could speak, Francis carefully closed the door, not

bro?" Gilbert was holding his breath, shock spreading across

yet unsure where to

child? Where did

his brother's grave and cautious demeanor,

at his brother

you're thinking,

composure. How could this be? How

He remembered.

having Sawyer look for someone. It seemed

can't deny a woman's intuition.

been suspecting Francis of having an affair, even though she

looked at his brother and asked, "What are you planning to

he

how do you plan

lowered his voice, yet spoke firmly, "Big bro, don't forget your promise to Caroline! Without her, you wouldn't

his distinguished face devoid