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.

with a voice meant for them alone, "Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert is here,

Why would Gilbert

his cane to push himself up, shot a

center of the yard, Gilbert, hearing the footsteps,

widened in shock upon

"Francis?"

Francis nodded, motioning towards a wicker chair before

believe his brother was

he trusted

"Francis..."

from the shock couldn't find it in himself to sit. Following a trail from a call Rebecca had

gestured towards the house, unsure, "Is there... a woman

glanced at his brother, not

ran down Gilbert's spine. Knowing his

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

the name, Francis' brows knit

It really was Rebecca!!

palpable, his pupils

"Francis!"

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

"Not then?"

doubted

his brother to do such a thing, and even if he was to keep a woman on the side, Rebecca, a married woman, would hardly be the