Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1085

"What?"

The room fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Rebecca White was just as shocked, her eyes as wide as saucers, her brow furrowed, biting her lip as she slowly shook her head at him. "What are you talking about..."

She glanced anxiously at Galloway. "Grandpa, this isn't..."

But Galloway wasn't looking at her. His gaze was fixed intently on Francis.

His old eyes, usually clouded with age, were suddenly sharp and clear.

He asked, "Did you say you're Rebecca's boyfriend?"

"Yes." Francis nodded, bowing slightly. "Grandpa."

He was quick to call him that.

"Mr. Johnson, no need to rush..." Galloway waved him off, refusing the gesture. "But, I haven't heard a word about you from Rebecca."

Francis wasn't upset, just smiled calmly.

"I suppose Rebecca hasn't had the chance. We've only been together for a couple of days. But..."

He continued, "I have visited you before, Grandpa. Do you remember?"

"Did you?" Galloway frowned, struggling to recall.

"Yes, it was the day..."

moved from the ICU back to the ward. Rebecca and I came together. You even held my hand

Galloway did remember.

thought the person was

Galloway murmured, "It was

it was me." Francis smiled and

"I see..." Galloway mumbled.

stayed with his granddaughter during such a critical time couldn't be

snapped out of their

"Boyfriend?"

not recognizing

Mr. Johnson? You can't just say things like

"?"

Rebecca White, seeking confirmation.

"I'm her father!"

Rebecca White could respond, his tone filled

demeanor. "So you're Rebecca's father. Strange, she never mentioned

should know she's

right?"

his demeanor was confident and unyielding, a

Kearney was momentarily

shooting a glare

"This

boyfriend you chose? Just

vel

nered as you..."

finish, Faustina

Kearney