Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 978

"So, uh..." Francis chuckled and nodded, "Guess I won't disturb her then. Just tell her Uncle Frank swung by to check on her. And uh, there’s something else."

He also brought some news, "Grandma woke up."

"How's Grandma doing?"

"Is Grandma okay?"

Gilbert and Sherilyn blurted out together, exchanged a glance, and then looked a bit embarrassed.

A lot had happened in the past few days, and they had been neglectful.

Francis understood their concerns and sought to reassure them.

"Grandma's been moved to a regular room; she's still pretty fragile and needs to stay in the hospital for a bit. She can't come home just yet. She'll understand you guys had your own troubles. Grandma's health, well, it’s a slow and steady journey to recovery. Visit her when you can. Don’t worry, I’m here."

With that, he stood up.

He turned to his brother, "Take care of yourself, and we'll be in touch."

"Take care, big bro."

Sherilyn got up to walk Francis out.

At the elevator, Francis paused and looked at her, "Hey Sherilyn, how’s Rebecca White doing lately?"

Sherilyn was momentarily taken aback, a faint smile on her lips, "Big bro, maybe it’s best you check on Rebecca yourself, huh?"

"I... uh,"

Francis frowned, admitting, "She won't answer my calls."

"Then maybe you should just go see her in person."

Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, "I mean, even if things are over between you two, you should at least clear the air, right? Can’t just pretend nothing ever happened."

"Yeah."

Francis nodded, silently agreeing. He hadn’t considered ending things.

"She’s not staying with you?"

"Nope." Sherilyn shook her head. "Rebecca's pretty tough. She won't lean on others unless she absolutely has to."

"I got it. You head back."

...

Rebecca White was packing up her things; she had been house-hunting for the past few days.

She was no longer James’s tutor, so naturally, she couldn’t stay here any longer.

"Heh…"

Rebecca felt a bit embarrassed and chuckled, "Sorry for the mess, I'm just packing up. Mr. Johnson, I’m looking for a place. I’ll move out as soon as I find one, just give me a couple more days..."

"!"

Francis spun around, his gaze sharp as he looked at her.

He laughed in disbelief, "Did I ever say you had to move out?"

"…"

Rebecca was stunned. Wasn’t it implied?

After all, the deal was that she stayed in the company housing as James’s tutor, enjoying the benefits of a full-time employee of the Johnson Group. But she was let go.

"You…"

Francis was visibly upset, about to say more.

Suddenly, from the stove, the water started boiling over, the lid clattering with the steam.

"Mr. Johnson, excuse me a sec!"

Rebecca left him standing there, rushing over to the stove.