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!"

in the air as

Leave

that, she had scared off anyone who

back but instead grabbing her shoulder. "Rebecca White!

body went rigid at his touch,

"Rebecca White!"

in such a state, Francis wrapped his arm around

leaned down to whisper

Can you recognize my

White, still half-doubting,

"Yes, it's me, Henson."

low and gentle. "You remember my

White nodded slowly, recognition

she could

wave of

had saved her life before... he was a

"I won't hurt you."

slowly, patiently coaxing her. "Come on, let's get you out of here. You need a shower, a change

en

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rigid body began to relax slightly, though fear still lingered. Hesitantly,

managed to

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

her waist, lifting her like a

"Ah."

instinctively wrapped her