Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Francis' leg was still giving him trouble, making it hard for him to squat without a bit of effort.

"Rebecca..."

"Ah!"

He had barely started speaking, letting out just a syllable, when suddenly Rebecca let out a piercing scream. She clutched her ears, trembling all over, eyes wide with terror. "Stay back! I told you to stay back!"

Suddenly, her hand shot up to her neck.

Francis then noticed she was holding a shard of glass!

Turns out, it was from the clock she had smashed just moments ago, a piece of its glass cover now in her grasp.

"Eddy!"

Rebecca, mistaking him for Eddy, glared at him with bloodshot eyes. "You want me dead, don't you? Well, you don't have to lift a finger. I'll do it myself! Uh..."

Suddenly, her eyelids drooped, her grip loosened, and the glass shard fell to the ground as she collapsed toward Francis.

Francis reached out, catching her firmly.

It was he who had struck her on the back of the neck, knocking her out.

She was too agitated, and he feared she might hurt herself, so he had no choice but to knock her out.

Francis pulled a blanket from the bed, wrapping Rebecca up tightly, and frowning, he stood up and left the room.

"Mr. Francis?"

the foot of the

head with a furrowed brow. "No need, I've got

Sawyer asked, puzzled. "But

wasn't supposed to bear weight

"It's fine."

head again. "It's almost healed. She's light as

Francis' insistence, Sawyer didn't

against the wall, oblivious to

clouded with anger. Suddenly, he lifted his

"Ah!"

so loud it could've pierced

back, continued

hurried after them, concerned. "Mr. Francis, are you sure

kick had

shook his head

maybe even needing a third

Francis never let go of Rebecca.

calm at

perhaps haunted by a nightmare, Rebecca

she whimpered, the more it tugged at Francis'

know what

lifted his hand, gently patting her frail back, once, twice, soothing

Rebecca calmed

of hair from her

silence, he sighed, "I'm sorry, I've brought this