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."

to her, studying her

toward the dining room. "Come on, breakfast is

her at the table, he made sure she was settled before the housekeeper brought the breakfast

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

Rebecca said softly,

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

Dr. Wilson

kind-looking man, his

introducing them, "this is Rebecca

said, offering a

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

Rebecca replied, her initial

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

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

more at ease. "Okay,

have a friendly