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.

Sawyer rushed in, whispering urgently into Francis' ear with a voice meant for them alone, "Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert is here,

would Gilbert come

himself up, shot a look at Rebecca, and then stepped

the center of the yard, Gilbert, hearing the footsteps,

widened in shock upon seeing

"Francis?"

wicker chair before taking a seat himself,

his

he trusted

"Francis..."

sit. Following a trail from a call Rebecca had made

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

his brother,

chill ran down Gilbert's spine. Knowing his brother, that silence was

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

mention of the name, Francis' brows

It really was Rebecca!!

his pupils dilating with

"Francis!"

Don't tell me, you've taken a fancy to her! "Ridiculous!" Francis'

"Not then?"

doubted his own

to keep a woman on the side, Rebecca, a married woman, would