Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Grandpa..." Rebecca White's eyes quickly reddened, moisture swirling at the bottom of her eyes. "He's sick..."

What?

Francis blinked in surprise, turning the steering wheel to pull the car over to the side of the road.

Turning to face her, he asked, "Your grandpa's sick?"

"Yeah!" Rebecca nodded, passing her phone to him.

Rebecca White's grandfather, Galloway White, was a world-renowned master of traditional Western painting. Although Francis was not familiar with the details, he had certainly heard of Mr. White's reputation.

Taking the phone, he saw a trending topic on Twitter.

Galloway had suddenly fainted at today's Western Art Symposium...

Looking up, Francis saw Rebecca on the brink of tears, clearly very worried.

Throughout their acquaintance, she had never mentioned her family.

He had heard from Sherilyn that her parents were divorced, and she was raised by her mother, with her father remarrying and thus, her relationship with her father's side was quite distant.

Moreover, he hadn't seen any of her relatives come looking for her recently.

Naturally, Francis had assumed that Rebecca White's family ties were quite thin.

But seeing Rebecca's current expression, regardless of others, at least her relationship with her grandfather Galloway, wasn't that bad.

"Rebecca."

Francis gently asked, "Do you want me to find out which hospital Mr. White was taken to?"

There was no detailed information about this on Twitter.

"That's right!"

Jolted by his suggestion, Rebecca snapped out of her sudden grief, grabbing her phone.

"I'll ask around!"

"Okay."

Francis nodded, silently thinking, she still has someone to ask, so she must be in contact with other family members? "Hey..."

Rebecca hurriedly dialed a number, and it was quickly answered.

"Wilma, it's me, Rebecca... Which hospital was grandpa taken to?"

Whatever was said on the other end, Rebecca cut them off, somewhat impatiently, "We can talk about that later! Just tell me, I need to see grandpa!" "Okay, okay... I got it! Thanks, Wilma!"

After hanging up, Rebecca suddenly turned to Francis, "My grandpa's at General Hospital!"

"Alright."

Without another word, Francis immediately started the car.

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After driving for a while, Rebecca suddenly realized what she had done. Was she treating Francis like a driver? How did she end up ordering him around?

"Mr. Johnson..."

Rebecca was startled, "I mean... You

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Bs me off at the next intersection, I can take vol.ne "

"At this point, don't worry about it."

Francis frowned, glancing at her.

"I'll take you straight there. Aren't you in a rush to see your grandpa? What if you can't find a cab?"

That was indeed a concern.

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Hesitating for a moment, Rebecca

hanked him earnestly, clasping her

hands together.

"Thank you."

"Hmm." Francis nodded. "Accepted. Just relax, we'll be at the hospital soon." "Okay..."

At the hospital.

The corridor outside the ward was crowded with people.

From a distance, Rebecca saw her father, Kearney White, and her stepmother...

Francis stood behind her, quietly asking, "Not going over?"

Rebecca frowned, not answering the question. "Wonder what they're talking about?"

Was she planning to avoid her relatives?

Without pressing further, Francis handed her a mask, "Put this on. Wait here for a bit."

"..." Rebecca, taken aback, put on the mask, watching as Francis stepped forward into the doctor's office.

After a short wait, he came back out and approached her.

Rebecca, holding her breath, anxiously asked, "How is it? What did the doctor say?"

"Mr. White is..."