Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Wow..."

After watching the video, Jenna's tears turned into laughter, "Haha! Really? Jenna... That's my name!"

"Yes." Sherilyn gently patted her daughter's head, "Mr. Johnson made it especially for Jenna."

"Yeah!"

Jenna's smile curved her eyes, and she shyly burrowed into her mother's embrace, "Mr. Johnson likes Jenna!"

"That's right."

Sherilyn's voice trembled softly in agreement.

Hospital.

Gilbert was stable but showed no signs of waking.

"Caroline." Francis glanced at Caroline and whispered, "You just got to Sunhaven last night, and you must be tired. Go home and rest." "No." Caroline shook her head, refusing.

"I'll stay with you, right by Gilbert's side. We've faced everything together since we were kids."

"Listen to me."

Francis frowned, his tone growing firmer, "Grandma doesn't know yet. You go back first, so she doesn't get suspicious. Calm her down." Their grandmother was frail, and they hadn't told her yet.

Perhaps Gilbert would wake up soon? It wouldn't be too late to tell her then.

"Besides..."

Francis glanced at his brother on the bed, "We don't know when Gilbert will wake up. We can't both stay here; we should take turns." His logic was persuasive, and Caroline agreed.

Nodding, she said, "Then I'll go first."

"Okay."

As she got up, Caroline suddenly asked, "Francis, it was such a rush coming back, I didn't get the chance to ask, how have you been lately?"

Francis paused, the image of Rebecca flashing before his eyes.

He nodded slightly, "I've been good. And you?"

"That's good to hear."

Caroline forced a smile, her eyes not quite reaching the same

cheerfulness, "I've been fine tool nex

Even though we broke up, Francis... we're still family, right?"

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Francis didn't hesitate, his gaze firm and reassuring.

"From the moment I brought you into the Johnson family, you've been one of us, and always will be."

"Yeah." Caroline smiled, showing her teeth, "I'll head home then."

"Alright."

As the hospital room door closed behind her, Caroline's smile vanished.

Family, huh?

But what she wanted wasn't just to be a nominal member of the family, but a bona fide Johnson!

In the evening, after resting well, Caroline returned to the hospital.

The room was quiet, with Francis asleep on the couch.

Caroline first checked on Gilbert, who was stable and looking much better than the night before, as if merely sleeping.

Her heart raced...

Francis had been like this once...

Could he just sleep forever, never to wake?

She murmured softly to Gilbert, "The doctors say you can hear us, right?"

"You must be tired from your journey back to Sunhaven, Switzerland.

you sleep a little longer than let

but

just a bit, okay?"

"Wake up soon. Francis and I are waiting for you. Back then, even when you were barely hanging on, you made it through. You can do it again this time."

Turning towards the couch, she bent down to pick up a blanket that had fallen to the floor and covered Francis with it.

Without meaning to, her gaze fell upon a box on the coffee table.

What's this?

Caroline hesitated before picking it up, looking like a pencil case.

Opening it, she found indeed it was a pen, a pencil... a mechanical pencil?