Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Worried that Rebecca might wake up still agitated, the nurse had her wrists and ankles secured with soft restraints to prevent any further outbursts. In the hospital room, Sherilyn and Francis exchanged puzzled looks.

Furrowing his brows, Francis asked Sherilyn, "Can you get in touch with her family?"

Sherilyn paused, then slowly shook her head.

"I'm not talking about her husband. I mean her parents."

"I can't." Sherilyn kept shaking her head. She knew a bit about Rebecca's parents.

"Rebecca's parents divorced, and her mother got custody. Her mom emigrated years ago, only returning for her wedding."

Rebecca initially moved abroad with her mother, where she met Eddy during his study abroad program.

After Eddy graduated, she followed him to Sunhaven.

As for her father, he was indeed in Sunhaven but had since remarried and started a new family.

Rebecca hardly had any contact with him.

Considering the outdated apartment Rebecca rented in Emerald Estates, it was clear her father's care was minimal.

Knowing Rebecca's background, Sherilyn thought her limited contact with her parents might also be related to the scandal on her wedding night.

Most parents cherish their children, but some prioritize their reputation over their child's well-being.

Sherilyn sighed softly, realizing that like her, Rebecca belonged to those with a fragile bond with their parents.

Francis understood, looking at the sleeping girl on the bed, meaning she was all alone now.

"I see." He nodded and stood up.

Sherilyn got up too, asking, "Francis, are you leaving?"

"No," Francis shook his head, "In her condition, she can't be left alone. I'll arrange for an experienced caregiver."

Sherilyn felt a warmth in her heart and sincerely thanked him, "Francis, thank you... on behalf of Rebecca, thank you." "It's nothing," Francis waved off the thanks.

Such gestures were simple for him, but he knew that just a caregiver wouldn't be enough.

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Later in the evening, Gilbert received a message from Sherilyn to pick her up from the hospital.

Rebecca was still sedated and hadn't woken up.

The caregiver Francis had Francis had arranged for was already in place.

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It was rush hour, and the elevator was crowded.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Make way!"

Someone in the elevator was causing a commotion.

Then, Sherilyn was jostled in the crowd, stumbling backward, nearly falling.

"Sherilyn!"

A strong arm steadied her by the waist.

Looking up, she saw Gilbert. She smiled gratefully at him. "You're here."

Hadn't he agreed to wait in the car?

Frowning, Gilbert glanced at the crowded scene, "Good thing I came, or you'd have been bullied."

"It's nothing," Sherilyn laughed it off. "Just a crowded elevator. It's hardly bullying."

Some people just lacked manners.

"Move, everyone move!"

The same boisterous voice cleared a path through the crowd.

"Sir, please be careful."

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the commotion,

Sherilyn craned her neck to see who was creating such a scene.

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Out of the elevator stepped a man in

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.

Sherilyn figured he was about the age of her grandfather.