Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



The surgery went smoothly, but the effectiveness of it would only be known a week later.

Back in her hospital room, Rebecca White's eyes were wrapped in gauze. When she woke up, she reached out into the air with her hand. "Sherilyn?"

Francis stood up and took her hand in his. "Do you need anything?"

"Henson...?" Rebecca recognized his voice and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I checked with Southern District Sanatorium," Francis explained. "I found out you had surgery today and came to see you."

Then he asked, "Do you need anything? Want some water?"

He added, "The nurse has gone downstairs to get food, and your friend went home. She'll be back later to keep you company." This meant she had to rely on him for now.

"Well, thank you." Rebecca nodded. She was indeed thirsty, a common reaction after anesthesia.

"Sure."

Francis smiled faintly and got up to pour her some water, testing the temperature before gently bringing it to her lips. "Here, drink."

Unable to see and a bit anxious, Rebecca ended up spilling some water.

"Take it slow."

With a swift motion, Francis used his finger to wipe away the spill.

The rough touch of his fingertip against her delicate skin startled Rebecca, and she quickly pulled away.

"I'm good... Thank you."

Francis paused, noting her lightly blushing cheeks, and nodded, "You're welcome."

He couldn't help but recall what Sherilyn had said. Now that Rebecca's surgery was done, it was probably time to reveal his true identity. "Rebecca..."

Francis raised his hand, reaching out to her.

Suddenly, the room door burst open. It was the nurse, carrying a tray of food.

Seeing Francis and Rebecca sitting and chatting, she apologized, "Ms. White, you're awake? I thought you were sleeping and didn't want to disturb you by knocking."

"It's alright."

Francis withdrew his hand and looked back at Rebecca. "Food's here. Hungry? Want to eat something?"

"Yeah, sure."

Rebecca nodded eagerly.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward now, and the arrival of the food couldn't have been more timely."

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Behind her, Francis shook his head with a hint of resignation.

Ever since he 'confessed' his feelings to Rebecca, she had been avoiding him.

It seemed besides revealing his true

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In the evening, Sherilyn arrived.

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The effects of the anesthesia had worn off, and Rebecca was feeling much better.

Sitting at the bedside, Sherilyn fed her strawberries.

"Guess what..." Rebecca whispered to her, "Henson came to see me earlier."

"Really?"

Sherilyn's expression was ambiguous. "Did you give him the cold shoulder again? He's quite a decent guy, you know."

"I know."

Rebecca nodded but then frowned. "But no matter how good he is, I'm still a married woman..."

"Rebecca." Sherilyn patted her hand. "Listen to me, once your eyes are better, go through with the divorce."

"That..."

Rebecca hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I know, it needs to be done."

"What's wrong?" Sherilyn studied her expression. "You still can't let go?"

"It's not that." Rebecca shook her head, her smile tinged with bitterness.

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She pointed to her eyes. "When he blinded me, everything was over."

Her voice choked up. "It's just... regrettable. Two people who truly loved each other ended up like this."NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Sherilyn silently took her hand.

Then, suddenly, the hospital room door was slammed open!