Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 663

There they were, a line of trash bins along the sidewalk.

Sawyer pointed to one of them, a green one, and nodded at Mr. Francis.

Francis swallowed hard, getting the hint. He walked over to the green bin.

Someone beside him lifted the lid.

"Ah..."

The moment the lid was opened, a terrified scream from Rebecca White filled the air, followed by low sobs and desperate pleas. "Please, don't come any closer... I'm begging you, stop, no more!"

Francis moved closer, peering down at her.

Rebecca White was curled up in a tiny ball, her clothes and face smeared with dirt, the very picture of misery.

Before hiding in there, who knows what she had encountered? Her face bore scratches, and her knuckles were scraped.

Were there more injuries elsewhere on her body?

Francis felt a pang of concern. He needed to get her out of there, fast!

He reached out his hand toward Rebecca White. "Rebecca White..."

"Ah!"

Just hearing his voice made Rebecca White scream in panic. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!"

arms in the air as

Leave me

off anyone who had come

instead grabbing her shoulder. "Rebecca White! Calm

at his touch, fear evident in her wide-open

"Rebecca White!"

Francis wrapped his arm around her, pulling her

quickly leaned down to whisper in

Henson! Can you

still half-doubting,

"Yes, it's me, Henson."

gentle. "You remember my voice,

slowly,

she could recognize Henson's

felt a wave

her life before... he was

"I won't hurt you."

You need a shower, a change of clothes, and

en

IMS

relax slightly, though fear still lingered.

around, wondering how she had managed to climb

thought, he apologized, "Sorry, this might be a bit intrusive... I have

her waist, lifting her like a child,

"Ah."

instinctively wrapped her arms around