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 alone, "Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert is here,

would Gilbert

cane to push himself up, shot

the yard,

in

"Francis?"

motioning towards a wicker chair before taking

believe his brother

he trusted his

"Francis..."

find it in himself to sit. Following a trail from

towards the house,

glanced at his

down Gilbert's spine. Knowing his

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

Francis' brows knit together, puzzled,

It really was Rebecca!!

was palpable, his pupils

"Francis!"

with Rebecca here? Don't

"Not then?"

doubted

to do such a thing, and even if he was to keep a woman on the side, Rebecca, a married woman,