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.

a voice meant for them

Why would Gilbert come

used his cane to push himself up, shot a look at Rebecca, and then

yard, Gilbert, hearing

widened in shock upon

"Francis?"

wicker chair before taking a seat himself, "What brings

believe his brother was investigating

all, he

"Francis..."

Following a trail from a call Rebecca had made to Sherilyn, he'd ended

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

at his brother, not

spine. Knowing his brother, that silence

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

brows

It really was Rebecca!!

shock was palpable, his

"Francis!"

clearly frustrated. "What are you doing with Rebecca here? Don't

"Not then?"

doubted his own

such a thing, and even if he was to keep a woman on the