Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"I promise, I won't do it again!"

Gilbert's face lit up with a grin, his heart overflowing with joy.

Raising his right hand, he vowed, "If I mess up again, ban me from your bed!"

With that, he gently cradled her chin with both hands, sealing her lips with his.

"..." Sherilyn frowned and glared at him. How could he go back to this so quickly?

Feeling her resistance, Gilbert cooed softly, "Honey, consider it a consolation for the cold shower I just took..."

Objectively speaking, his technique was impressive.

After a moment, Sherilyn closed her eyes...

Might as well follow her heart, nothing to be pretentious about.

...

It was just past 8 p.m.

Rebecca White walked back to her dorm from the Johnson Mansion and spotted Caroline sitting in a wheelchair at the dorm entrance from afar.

"Back already, Rebecca White?" Caroline smiled as she faced her direction.

Rebecca frowned slightly as she approached.

"What do you want?" she asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I need to talk to you." Caroline's tone was calm and measured. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Rebecca hesitated, standing still, "Whatever you have to say, you can say it here."

"So cautious," Caroline remarked, slightly taken aback. "Afraid I might harm you?"

She chuckled lightly, nodding, "Alright then, we'll talk here."

Her expression darkened, each word laced with venom.

"Rebecca White, you stole Francis from me. You must be so proud, huh? But what do you have to be proud of?" The conversation took a turn.

"Don't you want to know why Francis suddenly called off our wedding and turned his attentions to you?"

"..." Rebecca stayed silent.

She had heard something about this from Sherilyn, apparently involving James?

"Listen carefully..."

Caroline wheeled closer to Rebecca, slowing down her speech, emphasizing every word with a chilling clarity that struck Rebecca to the core. "You had his child... because, you are James's biological mother!"

"!!"

Rebecca froze, her face expressionless as if she didn't understand. "What did you say?"

Rebecca's breathing became rapid as she processed the information.

No wonder Francis had been so good inexplicably sudden and without

to her, his affection seemedel reason! o

Ha.

Rebecca scoffed silently. In this world, there's no such thing as unfounded kindness.

But, James?

Her child?

Rebecca placed her hand gently on her stomach.

Images of James's chubby little face and his crescent moon-like smiling eyes appeared before her...

Such a lovely child, her child?

Caroline watched Rebecca intently, catching every reaction.

She couldn't help but laugh, "Look at

you... it seems you didn't know

about this? Francis hasn't

told you

swnovel.

yet?"

She nodded, "Figures, since you're a married woman and Francis is a man of principles."

Pausing, her smile widened.

"What do you think? Does Francis love you, or did he just take you along because of James? Ah..."

Caroline sighed, "I've said what I needed to say, so I'll be going."

As she turned her wheelchair around, Caroline felt a surge of satisfaction.

Why should she be the only one suffering?

If life's going to be bitter, they might as well share the bitterness!

If they were to descend into hell, they'd go together!

One by one, she'd settle her scores.

"My child..."

Rebecca watched Caroline's departing figure, her eyes filled confusion, "Do I have a child?

James, my child? How is that possible?"