Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 814

Should I just blurt it out to her? Is it even appropriate? She's just beginning to see clearly again, and her eyes are still healing. And what about James? Would she accept him?

James, born out of wedlock and brought into this world through adversity. Initially, Rebecca had cast him aside...

Francis had been considering that once her vision fully returned, he could arrange some opportunities for mother and son to bond.

He hoped that Rebecca's maternal instincts would kick in, fostering a connection between them, and everything would naturally fall into place. "Mr. Francis?"

His prolonged silence and apparent daydreaming elicited a chuckle from Rebecca. "Is that question really so hard to answer?"

"Yes," Francis nodded, his brows furrowed in concern. "It's quite complex, indeed very hard to answer."

Rebecca blinked in surprise at his earnest response, momentarily lost for words. "Then, let me ask something else... Mr. Francis, do you like me?"

Francis froze, completely taken aback. At thirty-one, no one had ever confronted him so directly with such a question!

Faced with his silence once more, Rebecca sighed softly. "I'll answer for you then, Mr. Francis. You don't like me."

Francis was astonished. "Why would you say that?"

"Why?" Rebecca laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Mr. Francis, I may have been blind, but my heart isn't. I can tell whether you like me or not."

"Is it because

you've been very kind to me," Rebecca said, her

love from parents to their child, from siblings, from comrades in arms, or from someone who has feelings... Your kindness towards

is a matter of the

scowled, completely at a

"Mr. Francis."

faded as

taking care of me these past few

be

take care of myself

implied a future without

hospital room swung open abruptly as Francis stepped out, his expression dark and

bro?

Francis nodded slightly, not uttering a word, and quickly left with

Sherilyn entered

"Rebecca."

packing up, curious. "Did you and big bro have a

"A fight? No way."

at her

Francis that he thin

like