Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1203

Chapter 1203

Just as Sherilyn had expected, Rebecca White went straight to her grandfather, Galloway White.

"Grandpa, could I... stay here for a while?"

Galloway was old but sharp as ever. "Did you have a fight with Mr. Johnson?"

Rebecca stared down at her shoes. "Grandpa..."

He didn't press her. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

He patted her gently on the head. "Stay as long as you like. It'll be nice to have some company for this old man."

He stood up, stretching a little. "I'll go ask Wilma to change the linens in your room."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

He waved her off with a fond smile. "Silly girl, you don't need to thank me. I've always told you this house is your home."

Once her room was ready, Rebecca retreated there, grateful for the peace.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket-Francis again. He'd already called so many times that she'd lost count. She didn't want to answer. When the ringtone finally died, a message popped up.

outside your

What?

He

curtain. The old house wasn't large, just a classic detached cottage, with a clear view of the front gate from her window.

curtain fall back

the phone off. There was no way Francis would dare barge in and disturb her grandfather. If

phone, tilting his head up to look toward the second-floor window. Through the sheer curtains, he could see a light on in

really was

silent and she stopped answering, he wasn't surprised. He tried once more, but

there, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Winning her over this time

shadow moved. Then the heavy drapes

shook his head with

...

The next morning.

half-dose of sleeping pills she'd taken

for a

dressing room, she heard a

understand... I'll be there

Gilbert, speaking quietly

kept her eyes closed, a cold smile tugging at her lips. Who was he talking to? Where was he off to in such a hurry? She

ask.

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