Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 717



Hearing her out, Francis's face instantly darkened. "Okay, I understand. I'll handle it."

Turning around, he looked at Caroline. "Caroline, something's come up. I have to go..."

Caroline's smile faded, and she casually asked, "Is it... Rebecca White?"

"Yeah."

Francis nodded, though it wasn't Rebecca White who had called, she was indeed the reason. "Then I better get going. Take care of yourself..." "Alright." Caroline's eyes dimmed, her smile forced. "Go on, then. Don't keep her waiting."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Okay..."

Just as he was about to leave, something came back to Francis. "Wait, what were you saying earlier...?"

What were they discussing before Sherilyn's call interrupted?

"It's nothing, not important." Caroline forced a smile and shook her head.

"Take care, then..."

Francis left without hesitation, without a backward glance.

The moment the door closed, Caroline's forced smile vanished. He left in such a hurry! Was Rebecca White really that important to him? Even in front of her!

What did their decade together even mean?

Anger mixed with jealousy raged within her, growing fiercer by the minute!

Caroline tried to sit up, intending to get out of bed, but as soon as she did, she collapsed back down.

"Ah..."

Caroline cried out in alarm, "Nurse! Nurse!"

...

At the Southern District Sanatorium.

The nurse led Francis in, pointing to the living room. "Ms. White is in there."

"Thanks." Francis nodded and headed straight in.

"Who is it?" Rebecca White looked up upon hearing footsteps.

"It's me."

His familiar voice made Rebecca White flinch. The last thing she wanted was to hear that voice!

"You..." Rebecca White stammered, "Henson..."

"That's me."

Francis sat down on the sofa next to her, his brow furrowed, getting straight to the point. "Why did you request a transfer to another facility?"

"?" Rebecca White was surprised. "How did you know?"

"That's not the answer to my question." Francis dodged her query. "Why the transfer request?"

"I just..."

Rebecca White bit her lip, hesitating, then decided to be forthright.

"I don't want to be around you anymore..."

"Why?"

He was more direct than she was. "Because I kissed you?"

"!!"

Rebecca White's eyes widened in shock. "You... you..."

"What about me?"

Francis knew they had to clear the air sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, he spoke firmly, "I didn't kiss you on a whim. I didn't mean to disrespect you, Rebecca... I want to be with you."

"!"

Shock after shock, Rebecca White stood up abruptly, stuttering. "Don't talk nonsense! Don't you know? I have a husband!"

"You'll divorce him!"

Francis was adamant, cutting her off. "With a husband like that, it's only a matter of time. Adultery, domestic abuse... do you really plan to spend your life trapped in such a marriage?"

"But..."

Rebecca White was at a loss for words. "That's... that's a matter for later..."

"I'll wait for you!"

Francis's response was swift, his

jel

gaze intense. "You have your principles, and I respect that....

promise, I won't cross the line before you're divorced."

Rebecca White was stunned, her mind buzzing.

What was happening?

She was suddenly being confessed to?

"Henson..."

Rebecca White took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Do you think you know me well enough to say these things? We've only met a few times... my past..."