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,

"There's no woman."

furrowed, a beautiful

a firm resolve, he declared. "There's

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

not what I meant." Francis shook his head. "I only acknowledge the child. As for the child's mother... I don't know

into his eyes

uttered, "Are... Are

Francis' gaze held hers, his hand with the

mother is a stranger to me. How could

every word, Caroline felt the sincerity,

welled up

was taken aback. "Crying

could

into

around his

Don't you dare lie to

a

he gently embraced