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.

make things worse?" Jacquetta's voice was hard, her hands gripping Rebecca's shoulders tightly. "You need to get ahold of yourself! This isn't the time for motherly instincts—this

the hospital gates and out of

breaking as tears mingled with the

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

running down the slick

shouted

one can outrun a moving car. Rebecca's lungs burned as she chased after the disappearing vehicle, her cries swallowed by the storm. All she could do was watch

the drenched pavement, sobs

the name catching in her throat. She couldn't tell if the water on her face was from the rain

arm. "Get up, sweetheart! You can't just kneel here in

for her daughter, even as she tried to hold everything

looked up, clutching her mother's sleeve, begging, "Tell me where James

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

burying her face in Jacquetta's rain-soaked coat. “I—I love

vel

steely. "No, Rebecca. You're

overwhelmed by emotion, net

let