Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Francis' gaze lingered, his lips pressed tight, hesitation palpable in the air.

"Gilbert..." Yet, the words remained unspoken.

"Big bro." A sense of dread settled over Gilbert, his unease growing. "What is it? Why is it so hard to say?"

Francis remained silent, offering no response.

"Big bro!" Gilbert's patience was wearing thin, "Can't you even tell me?"

He ventured a guess, "Don't tell me... you've actually done something to wrong Caroline?"

At that, a flicker of confirmation passed through Francis' eyes.

"Big bro!"

Gilbert, taken aback, moved closer, lowering his voice, "Come on, say something!"

"Gilbert..." Francis' brows furrowed deeply, his hesitation evident.

"Big bro!"

"Sawyer!" At that moment, Sawyer stepped forward, putting a hand on Gilbert's shoulder, "Mr. Francis knows what he's doing. Let's not push him too hard!"

"I'm pushing him?"

Gilbert's frustration was visible, his gaze fixed on Francis.

"Big bro, you don't have to share your personal matters with me. But I hope you truly understand what you're doing!"

He pointed towards the hospital room.

"Today, it was just Caroline passing out from low blood sugar. What about next time? If something serious happens to her, will you be unable to be there for her, just like today?"

Hearing this, a shadow crossed Francis' face, his silence speaking volumes.

Gilbert watched his brother, his frustrations and doubts dissolving into resignation.

"As your brother, I've said my piece-go check on Caroline. She was asking for you earlier."

With that, he headed straight out of the hospital.

"Mr. Francis."

Sawyer, looking at the silent Francis, offered some advice, "Maybe, you could tell Mr. Gilbert? He's your most trusted brother after all. Besides, with Mr. Gilbert's help, it could ease some troubles for Ms. Bet."

"Enough."

Francis' frown deepened, shooting a glance at his confidante, "I have my plans."

"Understood." Sawyer immediately fell silent, not daring to say more.

Francis made his way into the hospital ward.

Should he tell Gilbert? Just as Sawyer suggested, it would indeed be beneficial for Gilbert to know.

Or maybe, it was better to wait and see.

After Gilbert left, Sherilyn lost her interest in the movie.

With time to spare, why not go back and keep Jenna company?

She grabbed her bag and left the cinema.

At this hour, entertainment venues were at their peak, bustling with people everywhere.

Unexpectedly, Sherilyn was bumped into, her shoulder jolted, nearly causing her to stumble.

"Are you ok?"

Someone steadied her.

"I'm fine. Thanks."

Sherilyn barely managed a thank you before realizing something was amiss. Reaching for her wrist... her watch was gone!

She looked up promptly, spotting the culprit.

"A thief!" Sherilyn vaguely remembered the person's appearance, wearing a black baseball cap. "Thief! He stole my watch!"

In the crowd, the person glanced back guiltily.

"Stop! It was you!"

Sherilyn pushed through the crowd, chasing after the black baseball cap!

"Stop running! Ah..."

"Don't run!"

Suddenly, a familiar figure darted past her. Tall, familiar-it was Edgar Ferguson!

Sherilyn was surprised to see him in such circumstances. Watching

Sar sprint, she couldn't help

think of his leg...

Was his leg injury healed? Could he run like this now?

Ahead, Edgar had caught up to the

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