Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 984

Rebecca White frowned, contemplating whether to decline.

But then, she remembered his words from last night... He had urged her not to step back...

Biting her lip, Rebecca placed her phone down without replying, quietly waiting.

After a while, another message came in.

Rebecca, I'm here. Come on down."

A flutter of nerves, Rebecca grabbed her backpack and headed out.

"Rebecca." Francis stood by the car, opening the passenger door for her with a gentle touch on the roof.

"Get in."

"Okay." Rebecca nodded, ducking into the car.

A wave of joy washed over Francis. Rebecca was still reserved, but at least, she wasn't retreating anymore.

They drove to the hospital.

As Rebecca had expected, in the middle of the day, the White family was absent, with only a nurse in charge of care.

The hospital room was quiet.

Although Galloway's condition had stabilized, due to a stroke, he wasn't very lucid and seemed confused.

Wearing an oxygen mask, he looked frail.

Rebecca pulled up a chair and sat by the bed.

Galloway was asleep, his mouth slightly open, his complexion unnaturally pale.

"Grandpa..."

voice broke

by her side, offering her a

in her hands, her eyes fixed on Galloway.

an eyebrow, "Were

"Yes."

parents were busy with their careers and didn't have time for me, so I grew

the time she had grown into a young girl, their

by this; her closest bond had

moving abroad with her mother, she grew distant from her grandfather. Upon returning

to that 'scandal,' she distanced herself from

wants to see me... Maybe he thinks

"No."

tightness in his chest, shaking his

looked up at him,

mean..." Francis

you himself.

matter

he won't reject you."

"Really?"

Rebecca was uncertain, half-believing.

"Mmm..."

the bed, Galloway made

Rebecca stood

struggled to open his eyes, his

"Grandpa!"

nerves, "It's me, Rebecca..." "Reb...

repeated the name,

a

recognize it, then

Content beel.ne swelongs

"It's... Rebecca."