Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 275

Caroline stormed out of the room, her frustration palpable as the door slammed shut behind her.

Gilbert massaged his temples, feeling utterly helpless. Was his brother really seeing someone else? Even if he did know, he wouldn't tell Caroline, but the truth was, he was completely in the dark about the whole situation.

That night, the Johnson Mansion was restless, with sleep eluding most of its inhabitants.

...

The next morning found only Sylvia and Francis at the breakfast table. Gilbert had left early, and Caroline, unusually, was still in bed.

Sighing, Sylvia put down her cutlery and looked at Francis. "Francis, I have no idea what's going on, but if there's any truth to these rumors, even if you're my own flesh and blood, I have to be fair—playing two sides isn't right!"

Francis remained silent.

"You know," Sylvia continued, somewhat siding with Francis, "I believe there must be a reason. You've always been sensible. Now, about Caroline—" She gestured upstairs, "She's upset. Go on, go make it up to her."

"...Okay." Francis nodded slowly.

"That's more like it," Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. "Caroline has waited for you for years. You can't let her down now."

She called over the caregiver, "Come, help Francis upstairs."

"Of course, ma'am."

Upstairs, the caregiver wheeled Francis to Caroline's door and knocked. "Ms. Bennett, Mr. Francis is here."

No response came.

The caregiver tried the knob. "Mr. Francis, the door isn't locked."

"Okay." Francis nodded, signaling the caregiver to leave.

"Mr. Francis, I'll wait here for you."

Francis acknowledged her with another nod and pushed the door open, entering the darkened room. The curtains were drawn, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he wheeled himself closer to the bed.