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?"

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

"There's no woman."

brow furrowed, a beautiful face flashing

he declared. "There's

tinged with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm a fool? No woman, did you give birth to the

what I meant." Francis shook his head. "I only acknowledge the child. As for the child's mother... I

staring into

"Are... Are

his hand with the handkerchief reaching out to gently wipe

child was an accident. His mother is a stranger to me. How

Caroline felt the sincerity, heard

up again, tears streaming

was taken aback.

could finish,

herself into his

tightly around his

You promised! Don't you dare

a soft

his arms, he gently embraced