Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1247

“Hello?” Rebecca answered.

“Rebecca.”

Francis paced restlessly on the front walk, pressing his fingers to his brow. “I’m at your grandfather’s house.”

“I know…”

Rebecca moved to the window, pulling the curtain aside. She could see him standing by his car at the front gate.

“When you arrived, Grandpa asked me to go upstairs.”

She might be on the second floor, but she’d heard every word exchanged downstairs between her grandfather and Francis.

“Grandpa said from now on, he’ll be picking me up and dropping me off at work.”

What?

Francis froze, hand still against his forehead. Was the old man really trying to keep him and Rebecca apart?

If it were anyone else, Francis would have fought back. But this was Rebecca White’s grandfather.

There was nothing he could do.

“So, what did you say?” Francis asked, frustration clear in his voice. “What are you going to do?”

“Me?” Rebecca hesitated, then answered softly, “I’ll listen to Grandpa… It’s probably for the best.”

“For the best?” Francis’s voice darkened.

Rebecca winced at his tone, but forced herself to continue.

“You’re already swamped with work, plus taking care of her… You’re burning the candle at both ends. I’m fine here with Grandpa. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Rebecca, what are you thinking?” Francis’s voice was tight, the pressure in his words unmistakable.

“I’m not thinking anything.”

Rebecca forced a bitter smile. “What could I possibly be thinking? And what are you so worried about? Whatever you want me to do, I can’t really refuse, can I? But because of Grandpa… let’s just not see each other for a while…”

“Rebecca, are you asleep?”

The knock on the door and Galloway’s voice came through the phone.

“Not yet, Grandpa!”

Rebecca called out, then hurriedly whispered into her phone, “I have to go, Grandpa’s here… I’ll call you later!”