Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1202

"I'm telling you, I'm done with this!"

Rebecca steeled herself, swung her legs off the bed, and stormed out of the

room.

"Rebecca White!"

Francis tried to go after her, but that kick she'd landed on him earlier... she hadn't exactly aimed for a safe spot.

The pain was blinding.

He had to catch his breath.

Once he'd recovered, he dashed out the door in pursuit.

Rebecca didn't have a car. She couldn't have gone far.

Francis jumped into his own, but by the time he made it outside, there was no trace of Rebecca anywhere.

She didn't own property in Sunhaven, and it was late. Where could she possibly go?

Only one place came to mind: Sherilyn Gomez's.

He spun the wheel and headed straight for Blue Haven.

On the way, he tried calling Rebecca, but she refused to answer. Frustrated, he tossed the phone aside and pressed harder on the gas.

When he arrived at Blue Haven, Sherilyn was in the living room, watching Gilbert Johnson take his medication.

"Francis?" she looked up, surprised.

and sister both stared at him. "What are

brow, exhausted. "Rebecca-did she come here to see

"Why would you think

gave a weary laugh. "We had a bit of

you have any idea where else she

"Maybe... could she

relief flooding his features. He

one. Thanks, Sherilyn. Sorry to barge

gone as quickly as he'd come, leaving only

to Gilbert. "Well?

she

with the mug in his hands,

been Sherilyn's

but she kept her

in her room, Sherilyn took out her

you and Francis have a fight? He

the text, she waited a

creaked open, and

over to

to

the empty side of the bed, as always

him, slender shoulders tense, and for the umpteenth time, he

to me.

She didn't respond.

still, as if she hadn't heard a

the first time.

the bedside lamp, plunging

Sherilyn's

remained open, fixed thin sliver