Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1218

“Francis.” Sherilyn bit her lip, hesitating before she spoke. “You’ll understand once you get there.”

There was no way to keep this hidden.

A shadow flickered in Francis’s eyes as a bad feeling crept over him. Without another word, he turned and followed them into the ER.

“Doctor!”

At the nurses’ station, Rebecca White rushed forward, her voice tight with worry. “I’m Eddy’s family—please, how is he?”

Eddy’s family?

Francis had just stepped through the door when he caught those words. Instantly, anger flared hot in his chest.

He strode over, grabbed Rebecca’s wrist, and yanked her toward him. “Family? Whose family do you think you are? You can’t just say things like that.”

Rebecca blinked, startled, jerking her arm as she tried to pull free.

“Will you just calm down for a second? Eddy tried to kill himself—he cut his wrists! He’s in critical condition, and I don’t have time to argue with you right now!”

Cut his wrists?

Francis’s expression didn’t change an inch.

He arched an eyebrow, his voice cold as ice. “And this is supposed to be good news?”

“You—!” Rebecca’s breath caught. She couldn’t believe it—how could anyone be so heartless?

“Rebecca White.”

Francis’s lips pressed into a hard, unforgiving line. “Listen to me. You and Eddy are divorced. There’s nothing between you anymore. You belong with me—now, and for the rest of your life.”

“You’re impossible!” Rebecca struggled to pry his fingers from her wrist. “I don’t belong to anyone. I’m my own person!”

Just then, the doors to the emergency room swung open.

A nurse led the way, calling out, “Is Eddy’s family here? We’re moving him to a room. I’ll need someone to handle the paperwork!”

“I’m here!” Rebecca broke free from Francis and dashed over to the nurse.

“I’ll do it. Where do I sign?”