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."

walked over to her, studying her face. "You look

toward the dining room. "Come on,

out a chair for her at the table, he made sure she was

her the silverware. "No

softly, focusing on

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

Wilson greeted with a

a kind-looking man, his demeanor calm and

is Rebecca White. Rebecca,

Dr. Wilson," Rebecca said, offering a

"I've heard a bit about your situation from Mr. Johnson. No need to be nervous. Today, we're

Rebecca replied, her initial tension easing a

added hesitantly, "I'm not sure how much I can tell you. I don't really

to mind. Sometimes the details you think are unimportant can

nodded, feeling slightly more at

Let's just have a