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

"I want you to

the doorknob and gently turned it...

Gilbert looked inside.

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

little boy, about three years old, was sitting

was stunned, looking up at

carefully closed the door, not wanting to startle

was holding his breath, shock spreading across

questions, yet unsure

was this child?

his brother's grave and cautious demeanor, could it be, was this

his brother and

you're thinking,

shattering his composure. How

He remembered.

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

a woman's intuition.

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

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

over, he

I should ask, how do you

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

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