Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 941

"Ouch!"

In an instant, Rebecca White's cheeks blushed a deep crimson, embarrassment washing over her as she struggled to pull away. "Mr. Johnson..." "Stay still!"

Francis furrowed his brow, his tone a bit stern.

"You and James, acting like kids. Do I need to coddle you too?"

"..." Rebecca White was at a loss for words. What kind of question was that? But his words had the effect of making her stop struggling.

With the light aiding his vision, Francis carefully examined her ankle.

His expression grew even more somber.

Her usually slender and pale ankle was now alarmingly swollen, radiating heat and reddened.

He glanced up at her with a reproachful look, "Why did you lie when I asked you earlier?"

"..." Rebecca found herself speechless. How was she supposed to respond?

"Sigh..."

Francis let out a soft sigh, shaking his head in resignation.

He reached for a small box on the table and opened it.

over, noticing it seemed to contain some kind of

first took out a bottle from within, grasped it firmly, and twisted it open, immediately filling the air

cautioned, "This might sting a bit. Try

pursed her lips and nodded

bottle, and gently applied it to the

"Ah!"

couldn't hold back a cry of

her skin felt like a mix of needle pricks

her leg away, but Francis firmly held it in

""Don't move!"

frowned, his voice low and reproachful, "Didn't I tell you to bear

"..." Rebecca was stunned.

say that, but how could she

""Oh."

on her lip, enduring the pain with eyes brimming with tears, misty and

look so pitiful, Francis felt a pang of

softened his tone, "I'm sorry for being so harsh. The medicine is painful, but it's

time, Francis,

keep her from moving. After applying the medicine, he covered the ointment with a

swn y

properly done, he reassured her, "All

you," Rebecca murmured her thanks, gently moving her

the ointment

burning sensation, a cool relief spread through