Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 582

But staying at the Southern District Sanatorium? That definitely wouldn't be cheap.

Rebecca found it hard to admit, "I don't have much in the way of savings."

She had a job over the years and managed to get by just fine, but the steep cost of staying at the Southern District Sanatorium was beyond her, and likely beyond most families for that matter.

"Don't worry about that."

Sawyer glanced at Francis, "What Mr. Francis means is, you can stay first, and about the costs, you don't have to pay anything now. We'll just put it on a tab."

They opted for this roundabout way of saying they wouldn't charge her, fearing a direct offer might lead Rebecca to refuse.

Of course, they had no intention of ever making her pay.

Rebecca frowned, struggling to make up her mind. How could she possibly accept such generosity?

Seeing her hesitation, Sawyer pressed on, "Come on, Ms. White, do you have a better option?"

Rebecca shook her head; she obviously didn't.

"Then it's settled."

Francis shot Sawyer a look, and Sawyer immediately got the cue, adding a bit of 'pressure', "Ms. White, Mr. Francis is quite busy, we can't afford to spend too much time on this."

Rebecca stiffened, a cold sweat breaking out.

She quickly nodded, "Then... then, thank you, Mr. Francis."

Finally, Francis spoke, "Hmm."

Rebecca: ...

Did he speak? Was that a sign of happiness, or...?

Soon, they were on their way to the Southern District Sanatorium.

To make Rebecca feel more at ease, Francis didn't arrange for her to stay in a secluded villa but rather in a row of terraced houses. Once the door was closed, it was a private residence, though the yard was shared.

"Ms. White."