Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The door swung open at the touch of the butler's hand.

"Doctor, Ms. White is waiting in the living room."

Like clockwork, the doctor made his visits at this time each day.

Rebecca, despite her blindness, seemed to have her hearing heightened, picking up the sound of two sets of footsteps entering.

It was always two people who came with the doctor.

But aside from the doctor, the other person never spoke a word.

Rebecca speculated, perhaps a nurse or an assistant?

"How are we feeling today, Ms. White?"

"I'm doing quite well, thank you." Rebecca straightened herself on the couch, a slight smile on her face despite the bandages still covering her eyes.

"It's time to change the dressing on your eyes."

"Alright, thank you."

As the doctor opened his medical bag to start the procedure, Francis silently took a seat on the couch, his gaze fixed on the layers of bandage being removed from Rebecca's eyes.

His brow furrowed.

The swelling had gone down, but the bruising lingered.

ear with a voice meant for them alone,

tensed. Why would Gilbert come

to push himself up, shot a look

yard, Gilbert, hearing the

in shock

"Francis?"

chair before taking a seat himself,

his

he trusted

"Francis..."

find it in himself to sit. Following a trail from a call

he gestured towards the house, unsure, "Is

at his brother, not

Gilbert's spine. Knowing his brother,

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

mention of the name, Francis' brows knit together, puzzled, "How did you

It really was Rebecca!!

shock was palpable, his

"Francis!"

hair, clearly frustrated. "What are you doing with Rebecca here? Don't tell me, you've taken a fancy to her! "Ridiculous!" Francis' frown deepened, cutting off

"Not then?"

doubted

he was to keep a woman on