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?"

ask you directly! The child is three years old, where's his mother? You've kept him at the Sawyer's, and that woman, where have

"There's no woman."

words, his brow furrowed, a beautiful face flashing before his

a firm resolve, he

think I'm a fool? No woman, did you give birth to

acknowledge the child. As for the child's mother... I don't

froze, staring into

uttered, "Are... Are

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

stranger to me. How could I

Caroline felt the

welled up

Francis was taken

could finish,

herself into

around

Don't you dare lie

a soft sigh

arms, he gently