Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 718



"It doesn't matter."

Francis couldn't bear to see the look of inferiority that crossed her face when she spoke of her past.

"What I care about is your future. Your past, your ex-husband... or whatever else, it doesn't matter to me."

"..." Rebecca White's mouth fell slightly open, speechless in surprise.

"But, but..."

It all happened so fast, too suddenly for her to accept or digest.

"Rebecca."

Francis stood up, reaching out to gently place his hand on her shoulder. "Listen to me, I want to be with you... Let me take care of you from now on, okay?"

Faced with such directness, Rebecca White was at a loss for words, just standing there dumbfounded.

Her face flushed hot and then cold.

Was she sick?

Eight o'clock in the evening.

After reading a bedtime story to Jenna and tucking her in, Gilbert quietly closed her bedroom door behind him.

"Perfect timing." Sherilyn held up his phone towards him, "You've got a call."

Taking the phone, Gilbert saw it was the hospital calling.

"This is Gilbert."

Whatever was said on the other end made his expression turn serious.

"Alright, I understand... I'll be right there!"

Hanging up, Gilbert turned to Sherilyn.

"Hmm?" Sherilyn's expression was calm, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert hesitated for a moment before taking her hand. "I need to go to the hospital. Come with me." "Why should I?"

"It's Caroline... she's... not doing well..."

Sherilyn's brow twitched, then she nodded slowly, "Oh, then you better hurry."

"Yeah, I'm going now. Come with me." Gilbert pulled her towards the door.

"Wait..." Sherilyn chuckled, pulling her hand away. "You go. Why do I need to come?"

Gilbert looked down at her, "I don't want you to misunderstand anything between her and me."

"Heh."

That made Sherilyn laugh, "I'm not misunderstanding. I'm certain."

"Sherilyn!"

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"Don't be silly."

Sherilyn half-closed her eyes, "No matter what you do, I won't trust you... But don't worry, I won't make a scene."

"You don't trust, yet you won't make a scene?" Gilbert looked at her, puzzled by her contradictory statement. "Yes."

Sherilyn nodded, her tone calm and indifferent, "wasn't with you by choice, you forced me... So, whoever you like or how many other women you have, I won't mind, I won't make a scene... As long as you're happy."

"Sherilyn!"

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Gilbert's eyes narrowed, he pulled her into a half-hug, frustrated to the point of gritting his teeth.

"One day, if I die, it'll be because you drove me to it! Let's go!"

At the hospital.

"Ah... ah..."

The room was filled with the sound of agonizing cries.

"Caroline!"

Gilbert held Caroline's shoulders to keep her from moving too much, "Calm down! Be careful not to fall!"

"Hmm?"

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she spoke with a mocking tone, "Why so worried? Fall? I can barely sit up now, and you're worried about me falling?"

"!"

Gilbert's expression darkened, a frown creasing his brow.

"Ha, haha..."

Seeing his silence, Caroline suddenly burst into laughter, "For the rest of my life, I'll just lie here like a log! Haha..."

Her laughter was like sharp knives, cutting deep wounds in Gilbert's heart.