Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1080

Francis could catch a faint whiff of a lavender liniment as he stood close to her, a clear sign she had been using some sort of ointment.

Satisfied, he nodded and slipped into the car.

"Drive," he instructed the chauffeur.

The car pulled away, heading towards Rosewood Mansion.

This particular property had been bought by Francis long ago, with the intention of it being for Rebecca White. It had once caused quite a stir when Caroline found out about it. Now, after all the twists and turns, Rebecca was finally moving in.

The mansion was quite spacious for just one person.

"Isn't it too big?" Rebecca White wondered aloud, standing at the garden gate, a slight frown on her face.

"This is actually one of the smaller ones," Francis remarked as he walked ahead. "I don't own anything smaller, so you'll just have to make do."

They entered the garden, one after the other.

Waiting at the entrance were two people Francis had hired: a housekeeper to manage daily tasks and a caregiver to look after Rebecca.

The caregiver, as it turned out, was someone she knew.

"Jane?" Rebecca White recognized her immediately. Jane had been her caregiver back at the Southern District Sanatorium.

replied with a warm smile.

returned her smile, then

Francis asked with a gentle

his jest and lowered her voice. "Isn't this a bit much? I'm perfectly capable of taking

ensure she

too much," Francis replied, shaking his head to dismiss her

in that dorm room-instant noodles, takeout... You're

easy to cook in those cramped quarters. Plus, she worked until six every day, which was

tried to protest, "I eat lunch in

mom. If I'm going to take care of you, I'm going to do

besides, for me, hiring a caregiver and an

once again reminded of the vast difference

rem situations. Some

their

BUMS

in

just hard to

Sawyer brought in

to take it.

White's preferences. Back at the Sanatorium,

at Rebecca