Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1081

The next day was a Saturday, but that didn't mean Rebecca White was planning on sleeping in. At precisely seven o'clock, her alarm clock buzzed, pulling her from her dreams.

Rebecca blinked her eyes open, stretched, and washed up before heading downstairs. As she reached the foot of the staircase, she overheard a conversation between Francis and Jane, the caregiver. "How did she sleep last night?" Francis asked.

To ensure Rebecca's comfort, Jane slept in a small partitioned-off area nearby. The setup was such that Jane could easily hear if Rebecca needed anything during the night.

"She slept well," Jane replied. "Didn't wake up once."

"Good," Francis nodded, a hint of relief in his voice.

He turned to the housekeeper and asked, "Is breakfast ready? Did you make it the way she likes?"

"It's all set," the housekeeper replied with a smile. "I heard from Jane that besides her morning coffee, Ms. White prefers a more traditional breakfast."

"Great," Francis said, looking pleased.

Just then, Rebecca appeared at the top of the stairs. Francis looked up and smiled warmly. "Morning, Rebecca."

her

toward the dining room. "Come

made sure she

said, handing her the silverware.

softly, focusing on

they headed out together. Francis had arranged for Rebecca to meet with a psychologist he knew. It was the weekend, so the clinic was closed to other patients, but Dr. Wilson had agreed to see them, doing a favor for Francis. Francis drove them to the clinic,

Wilson greeted with a

Wilson was a kind-looking man,

said, introducing them, "this is Rebecca White. Rebecca, this is Dr.

Rebecca said, offering a

meet you, Rebecca," Dr. Wilson replied warmly. "I've heard a bit about your situation from

her initial tension

sure how much I can tell you. I don't really know a lot about

reassured her. "Just tell me whatever comes to mind. Sometimes the details you think are unimportant can be very insightful

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