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?"

foot of the stairs, immediately approached. "Let

his head with a furrowed brow.

Sawyer asked, puzzled.

wasn't supposed to

"It's fine."

healed. She's light as a feather. Walking a few steps won't

then." Seeing Mr. Francis' insistence, Sawyer didn't

pinned against the wall, oblivious to the drama

by, his usually calm and handsome face was clouded with anger. Suddenly, he lifted his

"Ah!"

screamed in pain, a sound so loud it

glance back, continued outside with Rebecca in

Francis, are

kick had not

Francis' expression was unreadable as he shook his head

leg... maybe even needing

car, Francis never let go of Rebecca. She rested in his arms, and he was too nervous

calm at

perhaps haunted by a nightmare, Rebecca began to

whimpered, the more it

know what to

his hand, gently patting her frail back,

Rebecca calmed

at her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, whispering, "You're so easy to

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