Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"No, nothing..."

Rebecca White hurriedly shook her head, eager to escape the tension-filled atmosphere.

But her backpack was still upstairs.

"Mr. Johnson, could you perhaps ask one of the staff to fetch my bag for me?"

What now?

Francis's expression grew even colder as he grasped her wrist, "What happened? Explain..."

"I..."

"It was me who asked her to leave!"

From the living room, Sylvia emerged.

Seeing their hands intertwined, her anger surged.

Glaring at Rebecca White, she snapped, "What are you doing? Let go of him this instant!"

Startled, Rebecca White quickly released Francis's hand as if she'd been shocked.

"Rebecca?"

Francis tightened his grip on her hand again, turning to Sylvia, "Grandma..."

"Rebecca?" Sylvia repeated, her tone dripping with disdain.

Sylvia's gaze sharpened, and she massaged her stiff neck, "How could you be so blind? What sort of woman do you want that you can't have? Why set your sights on a married one?"

Francis stiffened, realization dawning.

So, Grandma knew...

He had been hiding it from her, dreading this exact moment.

He had been waiting, waiting for Rebecca White to finalize her divorce... before coming clean to his grandmother.

"Grandma."

At this point, Francis had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain, "Rebecca is already in the process of getting a divorce, she..."

"What?"

But his explanation did nothing to soothe Sylvia's fury; in fact, it only aggravated her further.

"Francis!"

Sylvia, nearly roaring with rage, pointed accusingly at Rebecca White, "Is she the only woman left in the world for you? You're willing to wait for her to get divorced? The CEO of the Johnson Group, stooping low to be the other man for a woman who's cheating on her husband?!"

"Grandma!"

"Agh..."

Overcome with anger and frustration, Sylvia suddenly paled, clutching her chest.

"Grandma!"

"Sylvia!"

Sylvia, struck by a fit of rage, was immediately rushed to the hospital.

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Outside the emergency room.

Sherilyn hurried over.

Francis had called everyone, concerned for his grandmother's condition, including Gilbert, Sherilyn, and Caroline.

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"Sherilyn!"

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"Sherilyn!"

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Ignoring his rhetorical question, Sherilyn walked straight in.

Gilbert's expression dimmed, a bitter smile tugging at his lips as he followed her inside.

"Rebecca!"

Sherilyn spotted Rebecca White sitting on a bench, looking lost and distraught. She hurried over and sat beside her.

"What happened? Why are you here?"

"... Sylvia asked me today if I was getting a divorce," Rebecca White mumbled, clearly overwhelmed.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

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'... But what if..." Rebecca looked up at her, her eyes filled with confusion and insecurity.

"It is your fault!"

The three of them looked up in unison at the sound of the voice.

It was Caroline.

Caroline, seated in a wheelchair, waved off her caregiver and wheeled herself closer, her eyes coldly fixed on Rebecca White.

"What did you say?" Rebecca White was bewildered, unclear why she was being blamed.