Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1219

His voice was calm and measured, yet every word carried a chilling, icy undertone.

Rebecca White froze, her whole body turning cold, as if her blood had turned to ice. When she tried to move, she felt as stiff and brittle as a frozen branch.

"Rebecca."

Francis looked at her pale, delicate face and held out his hand, palm open in front of her.

"Come home with me."

After a pause, he added, "James is waiting for you."

At the mention of James, Rebecca felt a sting in her nose and turned her face away, fighting back tears.

"Rebecca?"

Francis frowned, a hint of irritation flickering across his face when she ignored him.

"I'm leaving with Sherilyn."

Rebecca pursed her lips and looped her arm through Sherilyn's.

"Alright."

Sherilyn nodded, patting Rebecca's hand, then looked at Francis. "Francis, don't frighten her."

Frighten her? Wasn't it Rebecca who couldn't cut ties with her ex-husband, scaring Francis half to death?

"Fine." Francis's brow furrowed as he withdrew his hand. "Let Sherilyn go with you."

He gestured toward the hall. "There's nothing left to see here. Let's go."

Sherilyn replied, giving Rebecca's arm a gentle tug. In a soft voice, she

her eyes and

have any other

hospital room and slipped

rimmed red

barely above

went too far this

"I know."

"I've

Francis had always been the perfect gentleman-well- mannered, gentle, and kind. He was nothing like Gilbert, whose

would have thought that the most polished people often hid the

brows knitted in concern.

"What am thinking?" Rebecca

forcing a laugh. "What choice do I have? You saw the stat@Eddy's in. I can't let things get any

could only do

"And...?"

of worry and sympathy. "How do you feel about

"I don't know."

Rebecca's

confusion. "I'll admit I

raw with pain him, but I've never

of

him -not really."

her eyes for a moment. "I don't even know if we can keep going like

no answer to

still lying in the hospital, she

way to be happy