Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1197

Without waiting for Rebecca White to answer, Eddy's eyes suddenly lit up as if a crazy thought had just struck him.

"Mr. Johnson's kid-is that with that... actress?"

He meant Caroline, of course.

Eddy didn't know Francis very well, but everyone in town knew Caroline. The rumors about her and Francis were as common as pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving.

As soon as he said it, Eddy looked even more uncomfortable.

"Rebecca..."

"No," Rebecca White shook her head, waving her hands to cut him off, "It's not like that. The kid-he's got nothing to do with Caroline."

"Not Caroline's?" Eddy's eyebrows knitted together, refusing to relax.

More questions tumbled out of him. "Then whose is it?"

He blinked in confusion. "Hasn't Mr. Johnson been with Caroline all these years? Does he have someone else? Another woman? The kid's not even that little!"

Panic rising, Eddy grabbed Rebecca White's wrist. "Rebecca, if Mr. Johnson's that much of a player... you still want to be with him? If he can do it, why can't I—?"

"Eddy!"

Rebecca White frowned, cutting him off sharply. He'd gone way over the line.

"Rebecca..."

not giving him the chance. The words exploded out

"James is my son!"

her like she'd just

"What do you mean?"

get it? Did you forget

"Ms. White!"

she could finish, James barreled out from the house, his chubby arms waving. "I washed up! Come

"Alright, alright."

softened into a smile as she bent down to inspect

all clean! Good job,

scooped him into her arms. "Come on, time to head home. We've got to get ready for

"Yup!" James chirped.

with James leaving Eddy standing. there first pale,

almost to himself, he muttered, "A kid... she had

His mind was spinning.

trying to piece everything together, but the more

night,

bed and waited until he

before

his door quietly.

waiting by the front door,

back to Rosewood Mansion.