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."

a gentle tug.

Rebecca lowered her eyes

she have any other

the hospital room and slipped

Sherilyn's hand, her eyes rimmed red as she bit her

barely above a

too far

"I know."

"I've never

the perfect gentleman-well- mannered, gentle, and kind. He was nothing like Gilbert, whose temper could

the most polished people often

in

"What am thinking?" Rebecca

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

do

"And...?"

were full of worry and sympathy.

"I don't know."

Rebecca's

"I'll admit I

with pain him, but I've never truly

of

him -not really."

for a moment. "I don't even know if

had no answer to

in the hospital, she feared Rebecca

a way to be happy and free? That