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?"

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

"There's no woman."

furrowed, a

a firm resolve, he

"Do you think I'm a fool? No woman, did you give birth to the child

for the child's mother... I don't know who she is, and I have no

staring into his

she uttered, "Are... Are

gaze held hers, his hand with the handkerchief

is a stranger to me.

Caroline felt the sincerity,

up again, tears streaming

was taken aback.

he could

into his

around his waist,

you dare lie to

lowered his gaze, a soft

arms, he gently embraced