Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 708



Thinking about it, Caroline glanced over Gilbert's shoulder, peering into the space behind him. Her eyes dimmed.

"Where's Francis? Didn't he come?"

"No."

Gilbert shook his head, fearing Caroline would be upset, he explained, "Big bro is tied up at the company, had an important meeting. Sawyer got the message and only told me. Big bro doesn't know yet. He'll come over as soon as he's done."

"Oh, I see..."

Hearing this, Caroline's expression softened considerably. "That's understandable."

She knew Francis wouldn't just leave her hanging. Their bond of over a decade, even though they had broken up, held an irreplaceable place in her heart.

After the meeting.

Francis Johnson stepped out of the conference room, immediately asking Sawyer upon seeing him.

"Is everything set?"

Sawyer paused, realizing what he was referring to, and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Francis, you can rest assured, everything's taken care of."

"Good." Francis nodded in approval.

He trusted Sawyer's efficiency; it was just a confirmation.

Checking the time, Francis picked up his coat, "You don't have to come with me tonight..."

"Mr. Francis."

Sawyer reluctantly interrupted him, "Ms. Bet, she's awake."

Francis hesitated for a moment, his expression briefly stiffening before he changed his mind.

"Then, I'll go see her first."

When he arrived at the hospital, unfortunately, Caroline was asleep. She was on painkillers that also contained sedatives because she was still experiencing pain intermittently.

"Should I wake her?" the nurse asked quietly.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Though the medication induced sleep, she could still be awakened if necessary.

"No, let her be."

Francis shook his head, glanced at his watch, and realized he was running out of time. He had seen her; knowing she was safe was enough.

He stood up, instructing the nurse in a low voice.

"Take good care of her."

"Of course, Mr. Johnson, rest assured."

"Thanks."

Francis nodded, then turned and left the ward.

Getting into his car, he instructed the driver, "To the Southern District Sanatorium."

"Yes, Mr. Francis."

Francis checked his watch again, urging the driver, "Speed up, please."

"Sure thing."

With a slight frown, Francis seemed a bit anxious. Had he delayed too much? Would he still make it in time to see Rebecca White?

These past few days, Rebecca

White's mood hadn't been the best.

Her surgery had been scheduled, but during a recent check-up, her eye pressure was found to be too high, making it unsuitable for her to undergo surgery just yet.

Thus, the surgery was postponed.

This meant that she would be 'blind' for an even longer time.

Moreover, Rebecca White couldn't help worrying if she'd remain 'blind' forever?

Around dinner time, her caretaker asked what she'd like to eat so she could prepare it.

Rebecca White shook her head, "I'm not really hungry. Just some toast and a glass of milk will do."

“How can that be?” the caretaker objected, "It's your birthday today you can't just settle for that.

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Shouldn't we celebrate dat

Rebecca White paused, "My birthday?"

bit?

"Yes." the caretaker replied, "It's written on your hospital registration - today."

Reminded of the date, Rebecca realized.

"Oh, right. Being unable to see, I've

lost track of the days. Thanks for et

remembering, Jane. But there isn't much to celebrate."

Especially not in the Southern District Sanatorium.

"There's no inconvenience."

The caretaker said with a smile, "I'll call the restaurant and order some of your favorite dishes..."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Who could that be at this hour?"

While murmuring, the caretaker walked cheerfully towards the door.