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

breath, he reached for the doorknob and gently turned

Gilbert looked inside.

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

the carpet, a little boy, about three years old,

Gilbert was stunned,

he could speak, Francis carefully closed the

Gilbert was holding his breath,

yet unsure where to

child? Where

Seeing his

at his brother and slightly

as you're thinking, he's

widened, disbelief shattering his composure. How could this

He remembered.

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

woman's intuition.

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

at his brother and asked,

it over, he

ask, how

bro, don't forget your promise to Caroline! Without her, you

frowned, his distinguished