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?"

at the foot of the stairs, immediately

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

Francis?" Sawyer asked, puzzled. "But

wasn't supposed to bear

"It's fine."

"It's almost healed. She's light as a feather. Walking a few steps won't cripple

Mr. Francis' insistence, Sawyer

wall, oblivious to the drama unfolding behind

by, his usually calm and handsome face was clouded with

"Ah!"

pain, a sound so loud it

glance back, continued

them, concerned. "Mr. Francis, are you sure your leg

kick had not

fine." Francis' expression was unreadable as he shook his head What Eddy should worry about

leg... maybe even

let go of Rebecca. She rested

calm at

haunted by a nightmare, Rebecca began to cry softly,

she whimpered, the more it tugged at

didn't know

hand, gently patting her frail back, once, twice,

calmed down, as if

strand of hair

of silence, he sighed, "I'm sorry,