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?"

resentment. "Fine, then let me ask you directly! The child is three years old, where's his

"There's no woman."

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

resolve, he declared. "There's

was taken aback, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm a fool? No woman,

acknowledge the child. As for the child's mother... I don't know who she is, and I

froze, staring into his

uttered, "Are... Are

his hand with the handkerchief reaching out to

was an accident. His mother is a stranger

felt the sincerity, heard

welled up again,

taken aback. "Crying again..."

could

into

around

dare lie to me!

his gaze, a soft sigh barely

his arms, he gently