Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1179

“No, I can’t do it!”

Caroline shook her head, tears streaming silently down her face. She grabbed Francis’s arm, her voice trembling.

“Francis, you need to break up with Rebecca White! Right now! You can’t be with her—I can’t accept it. Never!”

“Caroline…”

Francis hesitated, struggling for words.

“Rebecca’s innocent. I can’t just walk away from her now. Because of me—and because of Eddy—she’s had a rough time these past few years. It hasn’t been easy for her—”

“That’s enough!”

Caroline’s voice was sharp, her face pale as chalk.

“Innocent? It hasn’t been easy for her? What about me, Francis? I was hurt too. So why does she get to steal my man? Tell me that!”

Francis fell silent. He had no answer.

“It’s because of James, isn’t it?”

Caroline’s eyes narrowed, her voice cold and accusing.

“She’s unbelievable, isn’t she? Spends a night with some stranger, gets pregnant, and then has the guts to keep the baby!”

“That’s because—” Francis tried to interject.

“That night, it wasn’t just her. I was in the same damn boat!”

Francis opened his mouth, but Caroline didn’t care to listen. She pressed a trembling hand to her stomach.

“But to me, that baby… was a curse. A stain. You have no idea what I went through, Francis. How terrified I was, every single day.”

“I’m sorry,” Francis said quietly, his voice heavy with regret.

“I’m so, so sorry, Caroline.”

“Sorry isn’t enough!”

Caroline clung to his hand, shaking her head as tears fell anew.

“Francis, I want you to come back to me. Let’s start over, please… Can’t we try again? Promise me!”

Francis turned away, unable to face the hope in her eyes.

“So that’s it?”

Caroline’s voice was hollow, her heart sinking.

Suddenly she laughed out loud, a wild, desperate sound. Francis and his brother, Gilbert, both startled, exchanged an uneasy glance.

“What are you staring at?”

Caroline rolled her wheelchair slowly to the top of the stairs, her face unreadable as she looked down.

She let out a sigh, then her voice rose, strained and shaking.

“I should’ve just thrown myself down these stairs back then—with that cursed baby. Ended it all. Would’ve been cleaner that way.”

She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the armrests tight.

“It’s not too late now, is it?”

In an instant, both brothers realized what she meant.

“Oh God—No!”

But by the time they rushed forward, it was too late. Caroline braced herself, pushed away from the wheelchair, and without a second’s hesitation, pitched herself headlong down the stairs.

“NO!”

Francis shouted as Caroline’s scream echoed through the house.