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!"

you're the one keeping Rebecca, huh? Got quite the taste for damaged

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

momentary relief. Insulting James' mother was akin to insulting James himself, and

led her away from

you dare leave!" Eddy managed to get up, "She's my wife! What right

Sawyer's men held him back, leaving him feeling

...

Rebecca had calmed down, whispering,

he

no response, not even his usual

couldn't see him, but she could feel Francis' displeasure. Was it because she

had to admit, she had

though most of it was unintentional, like today. She couldn't understand why Francis had

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

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

had intended

was still a

almost