Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Francis' leg was still giving him trouble, making it hard for him to squat without a bit of effort.

"Rebecca..."

"Ah!"

He had barely started speaking, letting out just a syllable, when suddenly Rebecca let out a piercing scream. She clutched her ears, trembling all over, eyes wide with terror.

"Stay back! I told you to stay back!"

Suddenly, her hand shot up to her neck.

Francis then noticed she was holding a shard of glass!

Turns out, it was from the clock she had smashed just moments ago, a piece of its glass cover now in her grasp.

"Eddy!"

Rebecca, mistaking him for Eddy, glared at him with bloodshot eyes. "You want me dead, don't you? Well, you don't have to lift a finger. I'll do it myself! Uh..."

Suddenly, her eyelids drooped, her grip loosened, and the glass shard fell to the ground as she collapsed toward Francis.

Francis reached out, catching her firmly.

It was he who had struck her on the back of the neck, knocking her out.

She was too agitated, and he feared she might hurt herself, so he had no choice but to knock her out.

Francis pulled a blanket from the bed, wrapping Rebecca up tightly, and frowning, he stood up and left the room.

"Mr. Francis?"

Sawyer, standing at the foot of the stairs, immediately approached. "Let me carry her."

But Francis dodged him, shaking his head with a furrowed brow. "No need, I've got her."

"Mr. Francis?" Sawyer asked, puzzled. "But your leg..."

Francis' leg wasn't supposed to bear weight like this.

"It's fine."

Francis shook his head again. "It's almost healed. She's light as a feather. Walking a few steps won't cripple me."

"Alright then." Seeing Mr. Francis' insistence, Sawyer didn't push further.

Meanwhile, Eddy was still pinned against the wall, oblivious to the drama unfolding behind him.

As Francis passed by, his usually calm and handsome face was clouded with anger. Suddenly, he lifted his leg and kicked Eddy hard.

"Ah!"

Eddy screamed in pain, a sound so loud it could've pierced the roof!

Francis, without a glance back, continued outside with Rebecca in his arms.

Sawyer hurried after them, concerned. "Mr. Francis, are you sure your leg is okay?"

That kick had not been light.

"It's fine." Francis' expression was unreadable as he shook his head t Eddy should worry about was

his leg... maybe even needing a third one!

Once they got to the car, Francis never let go of Rebecca. She rested in his arms, and he was too nervous to move.

It was calm at first.

But then, perhaps haunted by a nightmare, Rebecca began to cry softly, like a kitten.

The more she whimpered, the more it tugged at Francis' heart.

He didn't know what to do.

Awkwardly, he lifted his hand, gently patting her frail back, once, twice, soothing her.

Strangely enough, Rebecca calmed down, as if comforted.

Francis looked down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, whispering, "You're so easy to console?"

After a moment of silence, he sighed, "I'm sorry, I've brought this upon you."

Though it wasn't his intention, her misfortune was indeed because of him.

Staring at her face, he could vaguely see James' resemblance... The

saying that sons often rely

their mothers seemed true for James and Rebecca.

After finishing up at the studio, Sherilyn stepped outside to find Gilbert had been waiting for a while.

Gilbert had news about Rebecca.

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"Francis?" Sherilyn was both shocked and touched. "Francis' gone through so much trouble again... He really is a good man."