Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1252

"Thank you." Francis nodded, then asked, "Doctor, in your opinion, what are the chances of a full recovery?"

"Well..." The physician frowned slightly. "It's hard to say at this stage. We'll need to conduct a comprehensive assessment and analysis before we can observe the effects of formal treatment."

Francis considered this for a moment. "Then I'll leave her in your capable hands."

"Of course."

After leaving the doctor's office, Francis went to see Caroline but didn't go in. The head physician and his team were conducting their initial consultation with her. Francis stood at the door, watching through the small glass window.

"You..." Inside, Caroline's eyes were wide with fear and confusion. "Who are you people?"

"Caroline," the physician began, addressing her by her first name. "Don't be nervous. Let's start with some introductions..."

"No..." Caroline couldn't hear a word he was saying, shaking her head frantically. "I don't know you! Get out, all of you!"

Her agitation grew, and she started grabbing whatever was within reach and throwing it at the doctors. "Get out! Go away!"

As her eyes darted around the room, she saw Francis standing at the door. "Francis!" she screamed, her voice growing louder. "Francis! Help me... save me!"

Outside, Francis frowned, his hands clenched into tight fists.

"Mr. Johnson," a nurse beside him said gently, "It's best if you don't go in..."

Francis hesitated.

"It's often like this at first," the nurse explained. "The doctor and his team know how to handle it. Isn't your goal to help her stop being so dependent on you?"

Her words hit their mark. Francis's expression hardened, and he gave a solemn nod. "I'm counting on you."

Steeling himself, he turned and walked away without a second glance.

"Take care, Mr. Johnson."

Inside, Caroline watched through the glass as Francis left, and she completely broke down. "Francis! Francis! Ahhh!"

The colleague who had called her shot her a gossipy grin. "A very handsome guy. Is he your boyfriend?"

"What?" Rebecca's face immediately flushed.

"Ooh, getting shy?" The colleague patted her shoulder. "I'm just teasing. Go on, don't keep him waiting."

"Thanks," Rebecca mumbled, her cheeks burning, and hurried out.

From her colleague's description, she already had a good idea who it was. Stepping out into the hallway, she saw a tall, elegant figure standing there, straight and handsome as a pine tree. As if sensing her presence, Francis, who had his back to her, turned around. His eyes met hers, and a faint smile touched his lips.

He extended a hand toward her. "Rebecca."

Rebecca approached but ignored his outstretched hand, keeping a few feet of distance between them. She frowned. "What are you doing here?"

It was clear she was pushing him away. Francis awkwardly retracted his hand, letting out a soft sigh. "I came to tell you that I've settled things with her."