Chapter 122 Despair
In the video, there were three burly men with their faces covered with hoods. Chloe was kneeling on the ground, and one of them was yanking her hair and forcing her face towards the phone.
Her face, body, and neck were covered in blood, her eyes were so swollen as to be invisible, and her mouth was split open from being slapped, which made her look completely unrecognizable.
She was crying intermittently, and her voice was hoarse. "Francis, save me, please. For the sake of the time I saved you, save me."
Emphasizing her past favor to him was the most effective tactic at this moment, and sure enough, Francis' expression turned somber.
One of the hooded men slapped her hard and cursed, "So much nonsense." Chloe might have been abused for a long time, as this slap made her bleed profusely and look extremely tragic.
Francis' expression changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with anger. "You guys are seeking your demise." The hooded man laughed as if he had heard a joke, their voices altered by a voice changer, which made the laughter particularly eerie and terrifying.
He asked, "This woman says you're her husband, and you're rich, right?" The surroundings fell into a dead silence.
Harper suddenly reached out and tugged Francis' arm. She didn't know what she was thinking and instinctively didn’t want him to acknowledge this title.
Francis didn't look at her, but his chiseled, handsome face showed complex emotions.
He hesitated for just a second, and the hooded man kicked Chloe hard in the stomach.
Blood kept gushing from Chloe's mouth, and her face already showed a dying state.
"Damn, you dare to lie to me. I'll beat you to death, you bitch." The hooded man raised his foot to kick again, and at the critical moment, Francis answered, "I am." His simple answer hurt Harper, who felt desperate. She slowly let go of her hands, but Francis didn't notice; His attention was all on the phone.
After hearing this, the hooded man didn't kick Chloe again. He grinned and said, "Alright, one million dollars in cash, you deliver it to Cedarville, or else..." He picked up a dagger and slashed at Chloe's wrist. He controlled his strength just right, and crimson blood was gushing from Chloe's arm.
“She won't die immediately but won't last long. Whether she lives or not depends on your speed."
With just one sentence, the man ended the video call. The car returned to silence. Francis' expression was grave, and his gaze fell on Harper's face. "Harper, I..." Perhaps his gentleness over the past two days had clouded her mind, and Harper directly interrupted him, "You can't go."
She wasn't being cold-hearted; She just felt that such a dangerous situation was more suitable for professionals.
Moreover, she vaguely felt that this whole thing was very theatrical. Harper said, "We can call the police to help her." Francis frowned unhappily. "Chloe's safety is at stake. We can't call the police."
These ruthless criminals would do anything. He couldn't take that risk. Moreover, only by safely delivering Chloe to Auroria would his debt be considered repaid. Listening to his protective tone, Harper felt her chest filled with grievance.
She couldn't help but voice her thoughts, "Francis, setting aside calling the police, haven't you considered that this might be fake?" Francis' expression darkened. "What do you mean?"
"I just saw that Chloe's shoes were very clean. She was beaten so badly and in such a rundown warehouse, but her shoes were very clean. Isn't that strange?"
Harper reasonably voiced her suspicion. Unlike Francis, she had observed very carefully. Everything seemed odd, including the amount of blood Chloe spat out.
“And why would a kidnapper care if the ransom is brought by her husband? As long as they get it, nothing matters.”
‘The only explanation for such a question is that it is Chloe's idea. She knew I was around Francis and deliberately made him say something to upset me.’ She put it all together.
‘The likelihood that this entire event is a conspiracy is almost ninety percent.’
The more she thought about it, the more wrong it seemed. Afraid he would get anxious, Harper continued, "And how could it be such a coincidence that she got kidnapped the day you asked her to leave? Maybe it's just her way of trying to keep you."
"Harper."
Francis suddenly interrupted her as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and his tone was angry. "You mean she would risk her life just to keep me?"
Harper was stunned by his shout and unable to speak for a moment. He angrily said, "Chloe has done something wrong, but I don't think she would joke about her life with me."
Harper was taken aback and then spoke, "Francis, you're not thinking clearly right now. Think carefully about what I said."
"Enough," Francis raised his voice and said, "Harper, stop speculating others with malice a bit; It's not good for the child."
The word malice was like a knife stabbing into Harper's heart. So, all she said was seen by Francis as her evil nature and intolerance of the woman he cared about. He said she was speculating, and why not learn from Chloe to reveal her evil for once? "Francis, as I said, you can't go."
But Francis couldn't listen to her. He said expressionlessly, "Get out of the car; Victor will come to pick you up." She was provoked by his cold attitude, and a sharp pain suddenly came from her belly.
Harper immediately clutched her belly, and her voice was filled with pain. "Francis, my..." Before she could finish her sentence, her body was already in the air, and he was holding her. Harper felt somewhat comforted, but she was still in pain, and her voice was trembling. "It hurts a lot."
The next second, she was placed on the cold ground. Francis's cold voice came. "Harper, don't use such childish tricks. I must go!" After saying that, he didn't hesitate at all, closed the door, and got back into the car. Harper squatted on the ground and looked at the car speeding away in disbelief.
‘He said childish tricks?’ At that moment, she was utterly desperate and did not even feel sad. She thought she deserved it.
She was really stupid. She had already been hurt by him before, but still, she was swayed by a cake and a promise to go home together.
The pain in her belly became more intense and unbearable. Her body was soaked with sweat.
Harper propped herself up with one hand on the ground, slowly got up, and staggered towards the hospital.
Suddenly, a silver-gray van rushed in front of her, and two men with their faces covered with hoods got out and dragged her into the car.
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