Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1157

Rebecca White bolted out of the hospital building and into the pouring rain, her heart pounding in her chest. Ahead, through the downpour, she spotted her mother-Jacquetta-standing by a car with the passenger door wide open. Inside, Rebecca could just make out someone cradling James in their arms.

"Mom!" Rebecca shouted, her voice cracking as she dashed toward them.

Jacquetta turned sharply at the sound, her brows knitting in worry. Without hesitation, she slammed the car door shut and barked at the driver, "Go! Go now!"

"On it," came the reply, muffled by the rain.

Rebecca was already almost upon them, desperation pushing her forward. "James!" she cried out.

"Rebecca!" her mother snapped back.

But Rebecca couldn't get any closer-Jacquetta blocked her way, arms outstretched. "What are you doing out here? It's pouring! You just got out of the hospital are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Rain streamed down Rebecca's face, soaking her blond hair and plastering it to her cheeks, but she didn't care. "James!" she gasped, her voice raw.

The car engine revved to life, taillights glowing red through the sheets of rain. James was being taken away-her baby was being taken from her.

"Mom, let me go!" Rebecca pleaded, struggling against her mother's grip.

her hands gripping Rebecca's shoulders tightly. "You need to get ahold of yourself! This isn't the time for motherly instincts—this child wasn't born because

hospital gates and

Rebecca screamed, her voice breaking as tears mingled with the rain.

just for a second. Rebecca seized the chance, wrenching herself

the slick

shouted

the disappearing vehicle, her cries swallowed by the storm. All she could do was

knees buckled. She collapsed onto the drenched pavement, sobs

her throat. She couldn't tell if

up, grabbing Rebecca's arm. "Get up,

Jacquetta's heart ached for her daughter, even as she tried to

up, clutching her mother's sleeve, begging, "Tell me where James is. Please, bring him

your own good. If you try to keep James, your whole life will be harder. With or without Eddy, that baby will be a burden

face in Jacquetta's rain-soaked coat. “I—I love him Mom. No matter how

vel

Jacquetta held firm, her voice steely. "No, Rebecca. You're not thinking

overwhelmed by emotion, net

let