Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Caroline was puzzled. Why on earth would Francis buy a pencil?

Wait a minute, that brand...

It looked familiar to Caroline, seemingly a classic German label. She immediately grabbed her phone to look it up.

Scrolling through the product page, she found an identical one.

Professional grade drafting pencil.

Caroline frowned, her confusion deepening. Why would he buy such a pencil? He was a businessman, it surely wasn't for his own use. Could it be...?

Her instincts told her it must have something to do with James' mom.

First, the hidden pearl hair clip, then the secretive 'love nest', now this pencil...

Caroline had always felt that Francis was somehow connected to James' mom!

But she also knew that asking directly would get her nowhere. Without a word, she closed the pencil case and put it back in its place...

When the night turned pitch black outside, Francis woke up.

As he sat up, Caroline entered from the adjoining room, carrying a bowl of freshly warmed soup.

"You're awake."

exhausted. I'll stay tonight, you go and get some rest. You're still

Francis nodded, not objecting.

happens at night, just let the nurse handle it. Call me immediately

playful glare,

for

couch, and stretched out his arm to take the

...

sat by the hospital bed, a book in hand, gazing at Gilbert lying there, tracing his features with her eyes. It was

two people could look so much

"Gilbert."

said we should talk to you

you'll find me annoying, how about I read to

gaze and began to

around, Haydée's complexion was pale,

me, you'll wake up by tomorrow morning,

Francis pushed open the door of the hospital room and

bed, his brother was

the

Caroline dozing off bet

copy

Cristo" beside her.

sighed almost

con cocon