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 old, where's his mother? You've kept him

"There's no woman."

words, his brow furrowed, a beautiful face

resolve, he declared. "There's

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

head. "I only acknowledge the child. As for the child's

staring into his

uttered, "Are... Are you

hand with the handkerchief reaching out

child was an accident. His mother is a stranger to me. How could I abandon you for

every word, Caroline felt the sincerity, heard

welled up again, tears streaming

taken aback.

could finish,

into

tightly around his waist,

dare lie to me! Never lie to

a

he