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

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

Francis?" Sawyer asked, puzzled.

leg wasn't supposed to bear

"It's fine."

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

Mr. Francis' insistence, Sawyer didn't

the wall,

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

"Ah!"

in pain, a sound so loud

a glance back, continued outside with

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

kick had not been

Francis' expression was unreadable as he shook his head What

maybe even needing a third

let go of Rebecca. She rested in his arms,

calm at

perhaps haunted by a nightmare, Rebecca began to cry

whimpered, the more it tugged at Francis'

know

lifted his hand, gently patting her

enough, Rebecca calmed down, as if

brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, whispering,

he sighed, "I'm