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?"

The child is three years

"There's no woman."

furrowed, a

a firm resolve, he

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

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

froze, staring into his

she uttered, "Are... Are

Francis' gaze held hers, his hand with the handkerchief reaching out to

His mother is a stranger to me. How

word, Caroline felt the sincerity, heard the

up again,

was taken aback.

could finish,

into

around his

Don't you dare lie

his gaze, a soft sigh barely

he gently