Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Kearney straightened up, looking seriously at Francis, and asked, "So, Mr. Johnson, where do you work?" "Me?"

Francis raised an eyebrow, his smile cool and collected. "Well, thanks to my ancestors, I manage the family business." Family business?

Kearney and Faustina exchanged a glance, their hearts suddenly racing.

"Could it be..." Kearney swallowed hard, probing cautiously, "Are you... the Mr. Johnson of the Johnson Group?"

"Indeed."

Without a moment's hesitation, Francis nodded, confirming the truth.

Kearney and Faustina's eyes widened in shock, leaving them speechless.

"Rebecca..."

Galloway had heard as well. He turned to Rebecca White, seeking confirmation, "Is this true?"

"Grandpa..."

Rebecca White's mouth hung slightly open.

She found herself in a precarious position.

Suddenly, she was thrust into the spotlight...

Francis shot her a glance, taking the initiative to answer Galloway, "Grandpa, I am indeed the CEO of the Johnson Group, no doubt about it. If you don't believe me... should I ask my grandmother to verify?"

"Francis!" Rebecca White exclaimed in a fluster, giving him a reproachful look.

"My apologies..." Francis immediately softened his tone, "I should have discussed it with you first. I was just worried Grandpa wouldn't believe me."

The back-and-forth between the two was pure playful banter of a young couple.

Kearney and Faustina grew even quieter, awkwardly keeping their mouths shut. "Hehe..."

Galloway chuckled softly, nodding, "No need to trouble the old lady."

Before long, Kearney and Faustina, feeling a bit out of place, made their excuses and left.

Francis's phone buzzed; it was Sawyer.

He leaned towards Rebecca White, "I need to take this call."

"Okay."

Once he was gone, Galloway took Rebecca White's hand, his face lined with concern. "Rebecca, is he... good to you?" "Grandpa..."

Rebecca White understood what her grandfather was worried about. "He's been pretty good to me lately."

She hadn't even sorted out her own

feelings about their situation, of how to explain it to her

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Vaguely, she said, "But as for the future with him... it's hard to say."

"I see..."

Galloway was well aware of Rebecca White's past and understood her difficulties.

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reassured her, "Don't worry. If it

doesn't work out, don't force

yourself. Remember, you can always come to Grandpa. I promised to take care of you, and I mean it."

"Okay!" Rebecca White felt warmth in her heart, smiling as she nodded.

As they left the hospital.

Rebecca White got into the car, staying silent.

Francis knew what was on her mind. Rubbing his forehead, he explained.

"About earlier, that was impulsive of me... I couldn't hold back after what your father said."

"?" Rebecca White was taken aback, realizing he had overheard their previous conversation.

"Don't worry."

Francis sighed softly, "I know you haven't accepted me. I won't pressure you. But..."

His voice dropped a notch.

"I'll wait for you. Someday... you'll see that my feelings for you are genuine."

Rebecca White was momentarily stunned, her mind elsewhere...

When she finally snapped back, she looked out the window in surprise, "Where are we going?"

This clearly wasn't the way to Rosewood Mansion.

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probably won't make it back Rosewood Mansion."

"Mr. Harrison's hosting?" Rebecca White asked, puzzled. "Do I have to go too?"

"Yes." Francis nodded, "That's what he told me..."

On set.

Sherilyn had just finished her scene and was removing her makeup.

Outside the set, a bit of a 'commotion' was stirring.