Chapter 127 The Worst Outcome is to Stay in a Coma
Francis' palms were numb, and he felt it seem that a chill was rushing up from the soles of his feet, instantly soaking his back with sweat.
"Mr. Getty."
Victor had never seen Francis like this before.
Even when the Getty Group was in two major crises, where a slight misstep could make them go bankrupt, he had never seen him panic, not even a furrowed brow.
But at this time, he was panicking and in such a manner.
Victor hurriedly stepped forward to support him, saw his eyes unfocused, and called out to him again.
"Mr. Getty. Mr. Getty."
For a moment, Victor was shocked to see Francis, who was always composed and stable, seeming to be trembling.
Or maybe it was an illusion because Francis pushed him away in the next second.
He instructed, "You stay here and look after Chloe."
Then, he unsteadily walked away.
He came to the door of Harper's emergency room.
Molly was sitting in the hallway, her hands clasped in prayer. Hearing footsteps, she looked up.
The moment she saw Francis, her gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade.
"Sir, I don’t think you belong here," Molly said through gritted teeth.
Francis ignored her sarcasm and urgently asked, "How is Harper?"
Molly laughed mockingly, "Mr. Getty, do you really care about her?"
Francis' head ached with an uncontrollable irritation. He frowned and asked again.
"I asked you. How is she?"
When he became numb, his handsome face showed no expression, and his deep eyes were extremely sharp, exuding pressure.
But Molly wasn't afraid of him at all at that moment; She even wanted to kill him.
When Harper was brought to the hospital, she was barely conscious. The last thing she did was ask the doctors to notify Molly.
That clearly showed how much she hated Francis.
When Molly later learned from Robert that Francis had been with Chloe, she really wanted to kill him.
Why should Harper, who was so kind and pure, be treated like this by such a scumbag?
Molly laughed and was unable to tolerate him any longer. She said, "Francis, please stop your fake affection. Do you think I don't know you abandoned Harper to save Chloe? Is she dead? If she is, make sure to let me know so I can go to her funeral."
Francis grabbed her arm and coldly said, "Stop talking nonsense. I asked you how she is."
The veins on his forehead bulged, and his sinister expression made Molly pause, but she quickly shook him off and said, "The doctors are resuscitating her. Can't you see?"
Francis was so anxious that he lost his mind. How could Molly know whether Harper would be all right or not?
He took a step back, and his voice was hoarse. "I didn't know Harper said was true."
Molly laughed, "You're good at making excuses for yourself. Let me ask you, has Harper ever joked with you like this? Has she ever used illness as an excuse to find you, like Chloe?"
Seeing Francis' expression, Molly knew she had hit the mark.
"So, why didn't you believe Harper? Let me help you understand. It's because you don't care about her, you don't value her, and no one in your heart can surpass Chloe."
"That's not true."
Francis' face turned pale.
How could he not care about her? He cared a lot.
He thought that as long as he safely sent Chloe abroad for surgery, he would owe Chloe nothing.
Seeing his regretful expression, Molly felt satisfied. There was something she had to say.
"Francis, do you know the difference between humans and animals? Humans use their senses to tell, not do like a fool. How can there be more room for a third person when two are in love?"
Just like what’s between Robert and Quinn, there was no room for her.
But Robert was just tormenting her; Her existence was different from Harper's.
Harper and Francis were legally married; She didn’t deserve all this.
"If you really can't let go of Chloe, then please let Harper go. You both can be better. She doesn’t owe you. If you don't love her, don't hurt her. Is that so hard?"
Francis' lips turned even paler, and his deep pupils suddenly contracted. "Don't say that again!"
But Molly didn't comply. She continued to say what he least wanted to hear mockingly.
"She won't forgive you."
“Harper's unborn child is gone, and so is your bond.”
She knew Harper well; This time, it was truly beyond repair.
The rage made Francis' sharply defined face filled with a gloomy emotion.
Just at this tense moment, the door to the operating room suddenly opened.
They both turned their heads, seeing the doctors urgently pushing Harper out and communicating with the ICU via walkie-talkie.
Harper was lying on the hospital bed; her hair was matted with blood, her face was under the oxygen mask, which was bruised and purple, and there was a tube in her mouth. She was covered in wires and patches, lying still as if she were peacefully asleep.
This made Francis feel like he was stabbed hundreds of times.
It hurt like hell.
He watched helplessly. His legs felt numb, and he was unable to move even a little.
A nurse gently pulled him aside. "Sir, excuse us, please."
This light pull made Francis, who was as weak as a piece of paper, sway away. His features were unprecedentedly pale.
The nurse was startled and quickly asked, "Sir, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?"
Francis shook his head, followed them with heavy steps, grabbed a doctor, and asked a question that showed his lack of common sense.
"Why hasn't my wife woken up?"
He couldn't think of any other questions.
Seeing that he was a family member of the patient, the doctor explained, "The patient is currently in a coma due to a miscarriage, spleen rupture, and brain injury. We've already performed surgery on her. Now, we need to transfer her to the ICU for further observation."
Hearing these words, Francis seemed dazed, experiencing for the first time what it meant to be at a loss, his mind blank, unable to think.
He tightly gripped the doctor's white coat. "Save her, no matter what it costs."
The doctor frowned at his grip. "I know how you feel, but at this point, we can only wait to see if she wakes up on her own in the next twenty-four hours. Only then can we take further action. Please be patient."
"Please. Save her."
Francis was always proud, but now he had completely discarded his pride and was begging a stranger for the first time.
His usually rosy lips turned pale as he tightly held the doctor's arm. "Save her."
Seeing his distressed expression, the doctor advised, "We've done everything we can. Stay calm no matter what happens."
"What is the worst situation?" Francis asked in a daze.
"The worst is that she will stay in her coma, and she will become a vegetable."
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