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."

replied, giving Rebecca's arm a gentle tug. In

her eyes

have any other

room and slipped into the

clung to Sherilyn's hand, her eyes rimmed red

above

too far this

"I know."

"I've never seen Francis

gentle, and kind. He was nothing like

the most polished people often hid the deepest

knitted in

"What am thinking?" Rebecca

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

could only do whatever Francis

"And...?"

of worry and sympathy. "How do you feel

"I don't know."

Rebecca's

confusion. "I'll admit

with pain him, but

of

him -not really."

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

had no answer to

thought about Caroline still lying in the

happy