Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 711

Chapter 711

Francis escorted Rebecca into the restroom, his voice soft and reassuring, "I'll close the door but wait right outside for you. If it makes you feel better, you can lock the door." "Okay."

Rebecca nodded, a blush creeping onto her cheeks at the gentle gesture. Holding hands had already made her slightly embarrassed, and his caring words only intensified that feeling. "Th-thank you."

"Don't mention it."

With that, Francis turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Fumbling a bit in the unfamiliar surroundings, Rebecca finally managed to wash her hands after finishing her business. Just then, her phone, kept in her pocket, began to ring, piercing the quiet of the night.

It was still the same old phone, but to avoid Eddie Jones, she had switched to a new SIM card after checking into Southern District Sanatorium. Ever since she had moved to the sanatorium, her phone rarely rang. Other than Sherilyn, hardly anyone called her.

Puzzled, Rebecca thought it might be Sherilyn. She swiped to answer, "Hello...?"

"Finally, I've got you on the line!" Rebecca's

"So, you've found yourself a sugar daddy and holed up in Southern District

trembling, protested, "I haven't! Don't talk

"Nonsense?"

White, just you wait. When I get my hands on you, I'll make sure the whole world knows you're nothing but a tramp. I'll tarnish your name so badly, you'll wish you were dead... You remember how that feels, don't

"Ah!"

dropped the phone

"Rebecca White?"

her scream, Francis, who had been waiting outside, grew concerned,

hurt herself, Francis reached for the doorknob and

towards him, her face ashen, her eyes wide with

close, his hand cradling the back of her head. Rebecca's eyes were wide open, her body shaking uncontrollably

need to ask to

"Yes!"

me go... called me a tramp... said he's going to catch

"Rebecca!"