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!"

Rebecca, "So, you're the one keeping Rebecca, huh? Got quite the taste for damaged goods, don't you? This kind

foot met him again, sending him flying into

Francis felt a momentary relief. Insulting James' mother was akin to insulting

hand and led her away from the

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

Sawyer's men held him back, leaving

...

had calmed down,

again, he had

no response, not even his

to breathe too heavily. She couldn't see him, but she could feel Francis' displeasure. Was it because she had become a nuisance to

had to admit,

him a fair amount of trouble, though most of it was unintentional, like today. She

Rebecca had surmised, Francis was indeed angry, but not at her.

that Emerald Estates was no longer a suitable place for her. He had been considering how to properly and logically arrange for her

he had intended to

he was still a

mother had almost been mistreated