Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

What kind of expression was that on his face?

It was like a husband who just found out about his wife's infidelity, and worse, caught her in the act!

Rebecca White chuckled, clearly amused and not in the mood to argue. "You're not blind, yes, I did hug him. So what? Is it any of your business?" "Rebecca White!"

Francis was furious, his eyebrows knitted as he spoke in a low, sharp voice.

He tightened his grip on her hand, "You can refuse to forgive me, not accept me... but not Eddy too!"

"This is my business, not yours."

Rebecca White didn't want to continue the discussion. She twisted her wrist, trying to break free from his grasp.

"I said it! Not him!"

Francis refused to let her go, anger boiling inside him. "Do I need to remind you? How he used to abuse you? Do you want to be blind to it again?" He pulled her closer by the wrist.

"Don't let your hatred for me make you forget what he is... He's an abuser, a serial cheater!"

"I know him better than you do!"

Rebecca White's brow furrowed, and she shook her head slowly. "He wasn't always like this! He changed... because of you!"

Francis was taken aback, his eyes widened in shock.

"Please, stay out of my business!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Rebecca White freed herself from his grip and hurried away, leaving those words behind as if afraid he'd follow her. Francis stood there, stunned, a headache pounding in his temples.

Was she really thinking about getting back together with Eddy?

...

Back at her apartment.

Rebecca White picked up her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and found her mother's name. She hesitated for a moment, then dialed.

But the call didn't connect.

"The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

Disconnected?

Rebecca White was surprised. Had her mother changed her number?

But she hadn't heard anything about it.

Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she last spoke to her mother.

Back when she was trying to escape from Eddy, she changed her number twice.

She hadn't informed her mother back then.

Maybe her mother changed her number during that time?

Which led to this disconnect between them.

Luckily, she still had her mother's email address.

Rebecca White immediately opened her email. It had been years since she last used it, and she assumed the same was true for her mother.

She sent her mother an email, hoping she'd see it and reach out soon.

Only her mother knew the details of her pregnancy and childbirth...

After sending the email, Rebecca White put down her phone.

Though she hadn't gotten in touch with her mother, she was sure of one thing... James was her child!

He wasn't, as Eddy had claimed, stillborn.

Her child was alive and well!

"James, James..."

Rebecca White whispered to herself.

Images of James's cherubic little

face

with the way his eyes crinkledet

whenever he saw her filled

her mind...

She and James had such a strong connection, turns out it was that of a mother and her child!

Such a lovable child, and yet he wasn't hers and her partner's... but instead...

"John... Coldwell."

The next day.

Rebecca White left work and found Francis waiting for her outside the office.

Today, he wasn't waiting in the car. He was standing right at the entrance.

Rebecca White glanced at him briefly before averting her eyes, attempting to walk past him.

"Rebecca." Francis reached out, grabbing her wrist.

"Mr. Johnson," Rebecca White said, her brow furrowed. "I thought I made myself clear." "I understand."

Francis wasn't pretending. He knew want to see him,

We didn'ting to do with h

But, "What about James? Don't you want to see him either?"

Rebecca White froze, her spine suddenly rigid.