"It doesn't matter."
Francis couldn't bear to see the look of inferiority that crossed her face when she spoke of her past.
"What I care about is your future. Your past, your ex-husband... or whatever else, it doesn't matter to me."
"..." Rebecca White's mouth fell slightly open, speechless in surprise.
"But, but..."
It all happened so fast, too suddenly for her to accept or digest.
"Rebecca."
Francis stood up, reaching out to gently place his hand on her shoulder. "Listen to me, I want to be with you... Let me take care of you from now on, okay?"
"..."
Faced with such directness, Rebecca White was at a loss for words, just standing there dumbfounded.
Her face flushed hot and then cold.
Was she sick?
...
Eight o'clock in the evening.
After reading a bedtime story to Jenna and tucking her in, Gilbert quietly closed her bedroom door behind him.
"Perfect timing." Sherilyn held up his phone towards him, "You've got a call."
Taking the phone, Gilbert saw it was the hospital calling.
"This is Gilbert."
Whatever was said on the other end made his expression turn serious.
"Alright, I understand... I'll be right there!"
Hanging up, Gilbert turned to Sherilyn.
"Hmm?" Sherilyn's expression was calm, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Sherilyn."
Gilbert hesitated for a moment before taking her hand. "I need to go to the hospital. Come with me."
"Why should I?"
"It's Caroline... she's... not doing well..."
Sherilyn's brow twitched, then she nodded slowly, "Oh, then you better hurry."
"Yeah, I'm going now. Come with me." Gilbert pulled her towards the door.
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