Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 978

"So, uh..." Francis chuckled and nodded, "Guess I won't disturb her then. Just tell her Uncle Frank swung by to check on her. And uh, there's something else."

He also brought some news, "Grandma woke up."

"How's Grandma doing?"

"Is Grandma okay?"

Gilbert and Sherilyn blurted out together, exchanged a glance, and then looked a bit embarrassed.

A lot had happened in the past few days, and they had been neglectful.

Francis understood their concerns and sought to reassure them.

"Grandma's been moved to a regular room; she's still pretty fragile and needs to stay in the hospital for a bit. She can't come home just yet. She'll understand you guys had your own troubles. Grandma's health, well, it's a slow and steady journey to recovery. Visit her when you can. Don't worry, I'm here."

With that, he stood up.

He turned to his brother, "Take care of yourself, and we'll be in touch."

"Take care, big bro."

Sherilyn got up to walk Francis out.

At the elevator, Francis paused and looked at her, "Hey Sherilyn, how's Rebecca White doing lately?"

Sherilyn was momentarily taken aback, a faint smile on her lips, "Big bro, maybe it's best you check on Rebecca yourself, huh?"

"I... uh,"

frowned, admitting, "She won't

should just

are over between you two, you should at least clear the air, right? Can't just

silently agreeing. He hadn't

staying with

"Rebecca's pretty tough. She won't lean on others unless she

got it. You

...

packing up her things; she had been house-hunting

tutor, so naturally, she couldn't

finding a suitable place

or the

peckish, Rebecca pulled out a box of mac 'n' cheese from

, deciding that wouthe

dinner.

a pot with water and ignited

"Coming!"

be

of confusion crossing her face. Who could it

door, she found

Rebecca was surprised. What was

nod and stepped past her

"Mr. Johnson..."

after him, "Is there something