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

want you to meet

reached for the doorknob and

Gilbert looked inside.

someone had tried to tidy up by arranging items neatly

old, was sitting cross-legged,

was stunned, looking up at

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

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

yet unsure where to

child? Where did

Sawyer's place? Seeing his brother's grave and cautious demeanor,

at his

as you're thinking, he's

composure. How could this be? How

He remembered.

up, his brother had been having Sawyer look for someone. It

woman's intuition. It's eerily

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

brother and asked, "What are you planning to do

over, he rephrased his

I should ask, how do

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

his distinguished face devoid of