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?"

me ask you directly! The child is three years old, where's his mother? You've kept him at the

"There's no woman."

uttered those four words, his brow furrowed, a beautiful

firm resolve, he declared. "There's

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

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

into his

uttered, "Are...

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

is a stranger to me. How could I abandon you

felt the sincerity, heard the

up again,

taken aback. "Crying

could

herself into his

tightly around his

dare

a soft

his arms, he gently embraced