Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 708

Thinking about it, Caroline glanced over Gilbert's shoulder, peering into the space behind him. Her eyes dimmed. "Where's Francis? Didn't he come?"

"No."

Gilbert shook his head, fearing Caroline would be upset, he explained, "Big bro is tied up at the company, had an important meeting. Sawyer got the message and only told me. Big bro doesn't know yet. He'll come over as soon as he's done." "Oh, I see..."

Hearing this, Caroline's expression softened considerably. "That's understandable."

She knew Francis wouldn't just leave her hanging. Their bond of over a decade, even though they had broken up, held an irreplaceable place in her heart.

...

After the meeting.

Francis Johnson stepped out of the conference room, immediately asking Sawyer upon seeing him.

"Is everything set?"

Sawyer paused, realizing what he was referring to, and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Francis, you can rest assured, everything's taken care of."

"Good." Francis nodded in approval.

He trusted Sawyer's efficiency; it was just a confirmation.

Checking the time, Francis picked up his coat, "You don't have to come with me tonight..."

""Mr. Francis."

interrupted him, "Ms. Bennett,

expression briefly stiffening before he changed his

I'll go see

Caroline was asleep. She was on painkillers that also contained sedatives because she was still

induced sleep, she could still

"No, let her be."

realized he was running out of time. He had seen her; knowing she was safe

up, instructing the nurse in a low

good care

Mr.

"Thanks."

nodded, then turned and

instructed the

"Yes, Mr. Francis."

watch again, urging the

"Sure thing."

a bit anxious. Had he delayed too much? Would he still make it in time to see

few

had been scheduled, but during a recent check-up, her eye pressure was found to be too high, making

surgery was

that she would be 'blind' for an

Rebecca White couldn't help worrying if she'd

could prepare it. Rebecca White shook her head, "I'm not really hungry. Just some toast

be?" the caretaker objected, "It's your

Shouldn't we celebrate at