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.

peered over, noticing it seemed to contain some kind

a bottle from within, grasped it firmly, and twisted it open, immediately filling the air with

at her, he cautioned, "This might sting

her lips and nodded silently.

then took out a spatula from the box, scooped some ointment from the bottle,

"Ah!"

couldn't hold back

skin felt like a mix of needle pricks

pull 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.

that, but how could she control the

""Oh."

lip, enduring the pain with eyes

look so pitiful, Francis felt a pang

medicine is painful, but it's

time, Francis, learning

the medicine, he covered the ointment with a Band-Aid,.

swn y

was properly done,

thanks, gently

indeed, the ointment was

sensation, a cool relief spread