Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



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The door to the hospital room echoed with a gentle rap.

"Who's there?" Sylvia's face still wore a trace of a smile, tinged with curiosity. "At this hour? We're not expecting any treatment, right?"

"I'll check."

Cara rose to answer the door.

To her surprise, she found herself chuckling, "Ms. Bet?"

"Cara, it's been ages..." Caroline, all smiles, wheeled herself into the room.

"Grandma."

Sylvia paused momentarily, then her face lit up with joy. "Caroline, is that you? Come in!"

Half an hour later.

Caroline had departed, leaving Cara to study Sylvia, whose expression flitted between stormy clouds and sunny skies.

It was clear she was fuming!

"Cara!"

"Ma'am!"

"Get the car ready, I'm heading home!"

"Uh, alright!"

Cara knew better than to argue; this was serious business!

Past 6:30 in the evening.

Rebecca White was supervising James with his homework when Cara entered.

"Cara, what's up?"

Cara stood at the doorway, motioning Rebecca over. "Ms. White, could you step outside for a moment? There's something we need to discuss." "Of course."

Rebecca nodded, patting James on the head. "Keep at it, I'll be back shortly."

"Okay, got it."

Rebecca followed Cara. Smiling, she asked, "What's going on, Cara?"

Cara let out a sigh as they walked. "Ms. White, the lady of the house has returned and wishes to see you. She's waiting in the drawing-room, let's go." "Oh."

Rebecca was puzzled. Why had the matriarch returned so suddenly? And why did she want to see her?

With a head full of questions, Rebecca entered the drawing-room.

"Sylvia Johnson." Rebecca stood with her hands clasped, offering a polite smile.

Sylvia regarded her intently.

Rebecca had been tutoring James because the boy liked her and Sylvia had a favorable impression of her as Sherilyn's friend.

But Sylvia had not anticipated...

"Hmph." Sylvia's lips curled into a cold smile. "Ms. White, are you aware of why Ms. Barbara was dismissed?"

Rebecca was taken aback; how could she know that?

"Because," Sylvia's voice dropped, "she harbored delusions over what wasn't hers. Our Francis may be a single father, but he's not up for grabs by just anyone!"

"Ms. White, do you catch my drift?"

Rebecca was startled.

She wasn't naive; she understood the insinuation.

"Ma'am."

Rebecca's face paled, a chill running down spine. "Rest assured,.

no inappropriate thone

Mr. Johnson..."

"Is that so?"

Sylvia scrutinized Rebecca, clearly skeptical.

"Since you say so, I'll take your word for it. But, you won't be tutoring here anymore."

Rebecca was shocked. "Sylvia..."

"What, can't bear to part with us?"

Sylvia seemed to see through her.

"You dare set your sights on

who

Francis? Not to mention our stature, but you, a married woman, how dare you?"

Rebecca's heart skipped a beat, her posture stiffening.

"Oh, my!"

Sylvia clutched at her chest, infuriated. "While I'm still being polite, you better leave! Now! Immediately!" "Sylvia, you..."

"Out!"

Humiliated and angry, Rebecca bit her lip and did not linger any longer, turning to leave the drawing-room.

As she reached the foyer, Francis walked in.

Seeing her eyes red, as if on the brink of tears, he immediately frowned. "What happened? Did James upset you?"