Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn paused, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, of course, I went to fetch something for you. Wouldn't I bring it back?"

"Right..." Gilbert flashed her a smile. "Be careful on your way, and hurry back."

"Got it."

With a wave of her hand, Sherilyn turned and left the hospital room.

The moment the door clicked shut, a sudden pang of anxiety clenched at Gilbert's heart, an inexplicable worry gripping him. She had left, just like that, never to return... Stepping out of the hospital building, Sherilyn joined David in the car.

As they drove towards the hospital's main gate, passing a small grove, Sherilyn caught a glimpse of Francis and Caroline through the car window.

Were they arguing about something?

The car sped away, and they were out of sight.

In the grove.

Caroline's eyes were red, her back turned to Francis.

"Caroline." Francis, leaning on a cane, handkerchief in hand, attempted to wipe away her tears.

"Stop crying, it's all my fault. If you're upset, take it out on me."

"On you?"

is three years old, where's his mother? You've kept him at the Sawyer's, and that woman, where

"There's no woman."

his brow furrowed, a beautiful face flashing

resolve, he declared. "There's

aback, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm a fool? No woman, did

head. "I only acknowledge the child. As for the child's mother... I don't know who she is, and

into his

she uttered, "Are... Are

held hers, his hand with the handkerchief reaching out to gently

child was an accident. His mother is a stranger

Caroline felt the sincerity, heard

up again, tears

Francis was taken

could

into

around

promised! Don't you dare

lowered his gaze, a soft sigh

arms, he gently embraced