Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1175

Gilbert blinked, taken aback, his gaze sharpening with surprise.

He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. “Wait—are you serious right now? Do you really not get what’s going on?”

“You’re actually taking me back to Golden Oak Manor?”

He barely got the words out when Caroline cut him off.

“Yeah.” Gilbert nodded, swallowing whatever he was about to say.

“Then let’s go.”

Caroline looked away, refusing to meet his eyes, and called to the nurse, “Josie, can you wheel me out?”

“Of course, Ms. Carter.”

Behind them, Gilbert watched Caroline’s retreating figure, his expression a tangled mess of emotions, and then hurried to follow.

Once they were in the car, Caroline turned her gaze to the window, silent as ever.

Her quietness made Gilbert even more anxious. Something big was coming—he could feel it in his gut.

As they neared Golden Oak Manor, Gilbert’s phone buzzed.

He answered quickly. “Hey, Francis.”

He glanced at Caroline and nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got her. We’re almost at Golden Oak… Alright, see you soon.”

When he hung up, Caroline still hadn’t moved, still staring out the window. She spoke, her tone cool and detached.

“Francis is coming?”

“Yeah,” Gilbert replied with a frown. “He finished up at work and he’s headed straight to the manor.”

Caroline’s lips curled into a faint smile, and she let out a low laugh. “Good. I’ll wait for him.”

…

The car pulled into the driveway of Caroline’s old house at Golden Oak Manor.

As soon as they were inside, Caroline gave Gilbert a cold look. “Well, we’re here. You’ve done your good deed for the day. You can go now.”

Gilbert shook his head, brow furrowed. “I’ll wait till Francis gets here.”

No way was he leaving her alone right now—who knew what she’d get up to?

Caroline scoffed softly, seeing right through him. “Suit yourself.”

Now it was just Caroline and the brothers.

Facing them, Caroline smiled, speaking to Francis as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “You got here fast. Did I pull you away from anything important?”

Her tone was so casual, it was as if they’d seen each other that morning.

“Caroline,” Francis said, his eyes dark with worry. “If you needed anything, you could’ve called me. Running off like that, with your legs still healing—are you trying to make it worse? Do you want to risk never walking again?”

Caroline snorted, a laugh bursting from her lips.

Francis froze, caught off guard by her reaction.

“You two really are brothers, aren’t you?” Caroline said with a wry grin. “The first thing out of both your mouths—always so self-righteous.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Francis frowned, shaking his head. “Caroline, you’re our sister. We care about you just like always—”

“Do you, though?”

She cut him off, her smile vanishing, eyes suddenly cold as ice.

“If that’s true, then break up with Rebecca White.”