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.

urgently into Francis' ear with a voice meant for them alone, "Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert is

tensed. Why would Gilbert

anything, he nodded, used his cane to push himself up, shot a look at Rebecca,

center of the yard, Gilbert, hearing

in shock upon seeing

"Francis?"

wicker chair before taking a seat himself, "What brings

couldn't believe his brother was investigating

he trusted his

"Francis..."

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

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

at his brother,

down Gilbert's spine. Knowing his brother, that

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

the name, Francis' brows knit together,

It really was Rebecca!!

palpable, his

"Francis!"

frustrated. "What are you doing with Rebecca here? Don't tell me, you've taken a fancy to

"Not then?"

also doubted his own

keep a woman on the side,