Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Mr. Francis?"

The call from the housekeeper snapped Rebecca to attention, her gaze inadvertently locking with Francis'.

That single glance, an unintended collision of eyes, spurred Francis into action, quickening his pace towards her.

Eddy, witnessing this exchange, was seething with rage.

With a swift motion, he delivered a harsh slap to Rebecca, "You tramp! Flirting with another man right in front of me, huh?"

Before he could finish his tirade, a sharp cry of pain cut him off as he doubled over, clutching his stomach.

Francis had landed a solid kick to his midsection and swiftly pulled Rebecca behind him for protection.

"You..."

Eddy, face contorted with anger, stared up at Francis, "And who the hell are you?"

Francis had been out of the picture for years, recovering from a long-term illness, and during his absence, Eddy had risen to prominence within the Johnson family, never having met him.

"Hah!"

filled the air as he pointed at Rebecca, "So, you're the one keeping Rebecca, huh? Got quite the taste for damaged goods,

his sentence before Francis' foot met him again, sending him flying into a wall with even greater force than

a momentary relief. Insulting James' mother was

took Rebecca's hand and led her away from the

Eddy managed to get up, "She's my wife! What right do you have to take

attempt to follow was useless; Sawyer's men held him back, leaving him

...

the car, Rebecca had calmed down, whispering, "Mr.

he

Francis offered no

see him, but she could feel Francis' displeasure. Was it because she had become a

admit,

amount of trouble, though most of it was unintentional, like today. She couldn't

as Rebecca had surmised, Francis was indeed angry, but

away, Francis had contemplated that Emerald Estates was no longer a suitable place for her. He had been considering

intended to

still a

almost