Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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"Who's there?" Sherilyn looked up, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of the newcomer. "You..." "Sherilyn, who is it?" Before Sherilyn could answer, the newcomer spoke up. "Rebecca White, finally out of the Southern District Sanatorium, I see!" Eddy, hands in his pockets, walked straight up to the bedside and lifted her chin with his hand. "I thought you'd spend your entire life cooped up in there!" "Eddy!" Rebecca White's eyes were covered, but her shivering body made it clear how terrified she was. "What... what do you want?" "Why are you trembling?" Eddy frowned, noticing her shivers, his face darkening. "Am I really that frightening?" "Eddy!" Sherilyn scolded him sharply, "Have you no shame? Do you not remember what you've done to Rebecca? To her, you're nothing short of a demon!" "A demon?" Eddy looked at the bandages on Rebecca White's eyes, suddenly gripping her hand, filled with regret and self-blame. "Rebecca, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to... Come home with me, and I promise to make it up to you, okay?" "No way!" Rebecca White shook her head without a second thought, desperately trying to push him away. "Leave me alone!" "I won't leave!" Eddy refused to let go. "Rebecca, I've been looking for you for so long. I miss you so much, I really do!" "No, no!" Seeing the situation escalate, Sherilyn didn't bother with futile attempts to intervene and immediately went outside to call for help. "Rebecca." Seeing Rebecca White's struggle, Eddy simply picked her up. "Stop making a fuss, come home with me. I promise I'll change, and we can have a good life..." "I said no!" Rebecca White, terrified, flailed her limbs. "Let go of me! Ah..." In her struggle, Rebecca White accidentally fell to the ground! "Rebecca!" Eddy was shocked, reaching out to help her up. "Get up! Did you hurt yourself?" "Don't touch me!" The moment he touched her, Rebecca White recoiled as if touched by a serpent, eager to escape. "Rebecca?" Eddy couldn't believe it. "Do you hate me that much?" "Yes!" Rebecca White looked up at him, "I almost died because of you, should I still like you?" "You don't like me?" Eddy was taken aback, his eyes widening. "Then who do you like?" His tone suddenly dropped. "Is it that Francis?" And then he burst into laughter. "Ha, you're something! A married woman, and yet you've caught the eye of the Johnson family's eldest son! What did you do to achieve that?" His face twisted menacingly. "And you say you're not flirtatious! If you weren't, why would Mr. Francis be so enamored by you?" "What... what are you talking about?" Rebecca White was stiff with fear, unable to comprehend his words. "Don't spout nonsense! There's nothing between Mr. Francis and me!" "Nothing?" Eddy's laugh was wild and deranged. "He certainly doesn't think so! He said it himself, you're his woman!" "That's impossible!" Rebecca White was utterly confused. "You're lying!" "Lying?" Eddy shouted angrily. "Then tell me, why has he been at your bedside these past few days?" If it weren't for Francis, he would have taken her away sooner! "By my bedside?" Rebecca White murmured in disbelief. "How could that be?" The only ones by her bedside these past days, aside from Sherilyn, were... Henson? "Let her go!" A familiar male voice came from the doorway, low and slightly hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and the restraint that was ingrained in his very bones. It was Henson!