Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 981

"Grandpa..." Rebecca White's eyes quickly reddened, moisture swirling at the bottom of her eyes. "He's sick..."

What?

Francis blinked in surprise, turning the steering wheel to pull the car over to the side of the road.

Turning to face her, he asked, "Your grandpa's sick?"

"Yeah!" Rebecca nodded, passing her phone to him.

Rebecca White's grandfather, Galloway White, was a world-renowned master of traditional Western painting. Although Francis was not familiar with the details, he had certainly heard of Mr. White's reputation. Taking the phone, he saw a trending topic on Twitter.

Galloway had suddenly fainted at today's Western Art Symposium...

Looking up, Francis saw Rebecca on the brink of tears, clearly very worried.

Throughout their acquaintance, she had never mentioned her family.

He had heard from Sherilyn that her parents were divorced, and she was raised by her mother, with her father remarrying and thus, her relationship with her father's side was quite distant.

Moreover, he hadn't seen any of her relatives come looking for her recently.

Naturally, Francis had assumed that Rebecca White's family ties were quite thin.

But seeing Rebecca's current expression, regardless of others, at least her relationship with her grandfather Galloway, wasn't that bad.

"Rebecca."

Francis gently asked, "Do you want me to find out which hospital Mr. White was taken to?"

information about this

"That's right!"

her sudden grief, grabbing her phone. "I'll

"Okay."

ask, so she must be

"Hey..."

dialed a number, and it

me, Rebecca... Which

said on the other end, Rebecca cut them off, somewhat impatiently, "We can talk about that later! Just tell me, I need to see grandpa!" "Okay, okay... I got it! Thanks,

suddenly turned to Francis, "My grandpa's at

"Alright."

another word, Francis immediately

driving for a while, Rebecca suddenly realized what she

Was she treating Francis

end

"Mr. Johnson..."

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frowned, glancing at

there. Aren't you in a rush to see

was indeed a

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for a moment,

thanked him earnestly, becomet