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.

in, whispering urgently into Francis' ear with a voice meant for them

would

push himself up, shot a look at Rebecca,

the yard, Gilbert, hearing

eyes widened in shock

"Francis?"

a wicker chair before taking a seat himself, "What brings

couldn't believe his

all, he trusted his

"Francis..."

it in himself to sit. Following a trail from a call Rebecca had made to Sherilyn, he'd ended up here.

gestured towards the house,

his

chill ran down Gilbert's spine. Knowing his

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

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

It really was Rebecca!!

palpable, his pupils dilating with

"Francis!"

hands through his hair, clearly frustrated. "What are you doing with Rebecca here? Don't tell me, you've taken a fancy

"Not then?"

doubted

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