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, studying her face.

dining room. "Come on,

chair for her at the table, he made sure

her the silverware. "No rush, we've got plenty

softly, focusing on her

was the weekend, so the clinic was closed to other patients, but Dr. Wilson had agreed to see them, doing a favor for Francis.

Dr. Wilson

a kind-looking man,

is Rebecca White. Rebecca, this is

Wilson," Rebecca said, offering a tentative

you, Rebecca," Dr. Wilson replied warmly. "I've heard a bit about your situation from Mr. Johnson. No need to be nervous. Today,

initial tension easing

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

me whatever comes to mind. Sometimes the details you think

nodded, feeling slightly more at ease. "Okay, I'll

just have a