Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 950

Knock, knock.

The door to the hospital room echoed with a gentle rap.

"Who's there?" Sylvia's face still wore a trace of a smile, tinged with curiosity. "At this hour? We're not expecting any treatment, right?" "I'll check."

Cara rose to answer the door.

To her surprise, she found herself chuckling, "Ms. Bennett?"

"Cara, it's been ages..." Caroline, all smiles, wheeled herself into the room.

"Grandma."

Sylvia paused momentarily, then her face lit up with joy. "Caroline, is that you? Come in!"

...

Half an hour later.

Caroline had departed, leaving Cara to study Sylvia, whose expression flitted between stormy clouds and sunny skies.

It was clear she was fuming!

"Cara!"

"Ma'am!"

"Get the car ready, I'm heading home!"

"Uh, alright!"

knew better than to argue; this

6:30 in the

with his homework when

"Cara, what's up?"

motioning Rebecca over. "Ms. White, could you step outside for a moment? There's

head. "Keep at

"Okay, got it."

Cara. Smiling, she asked,

of the house has returned and wishes

had the matriarch returned so suddenly? And

a head full of questions, Rebecca entered

Johnson." Rebecca stood with her hands clasped, offering a

Sylvia regarded her intently.

James because the boy liked her and Sylvia had a favorable impression of

had not

Sylvia's lips curled into a cold smile. "Ms. White, are you aware of

wasn't hers. Our Francis may be

White, do you catch

Rebecca was startled.

naive; she understood the

"Ma'am."

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a chill

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