Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Wrapped in a white puffer jacket from head to toe, the woman seemed bundled against more than just the cold. Sawyer lifted a hand, gently brushing aside the hair that veiled her face, revealing a mosaic of scars and bruises!

The once fair skin was a patchwork of blues and purples, with fine scratches across the cheekbones, a split lip still oozing blood, and the left eye, swollen and darkened, was a sight of sheer brutality. Even so, Francis recognized her... it was her, Rebecca White!

His heart raced, his brows knitting together in worry. What had she gone through to look so completely defeated?

These injuries were clearly not from a car accident, but more like she had been battered.

Who could have done this to her?

Sawyer explained, "Ms. White didn't actually hit the car; she fainted right in front of it. Maybe from exhaustion?"

"Hmm..." As they spoke, Rebecca, wincing in pain, slowly opened her eyes.

Startled and panicked, she wondered where she was. In a car? That's right, she had nearly run into one just moments ago.

Then she saw Francis, and Sawyer by the car door.

It was them. She had almost hit Mr. Francis' car.

"I'm sorry."

Rubbing her forehead, Rebecca nodded apologetically at Francis, "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll be on my way now."

As she turned to leave, Francis caught her.

"You need to see a doctor. I'll take you," he inspected her with concern.

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