Chapter 128 You Won't Have Another Chance
Upon hearing these words, Francis felt his heart convulse violently as if someone was wielding a hammer and striking his body with increasing force, with each blow heavier than the last.
The escalating dull pain felt as if it was twisting his insides, and every part of him was aching.
The doctor, seeing his condition not too good, comforted him, "You don't need to worry too much. The patient's current condition is still manageable. You should rest first and conserve your strength to take care of the patient."
After the doctor left, his assistant handed him a phone.
Francis picked up the phone and called Wesley directly, his voice hoarse and dry. "Wesley, help me..."
The call ended, and the phone displayed a voicemail reminder.
Francis opened it, and Harper's weak and hoarse voice was played from the phone.
She narrated her despair word by word.
Each word was like a knife, piercing lightly into his heart.
It almost took his life.
It seemed like for many years, since he was sensible, there had been nothing worth shedding tears for.
But at this moment, his eyes reddened fiercely, and warm liquid was streaming down his face.
When he heard Harper say that she felt dying wasn't a bad thing as it would let her forget him forever, he could no longer suppress the heavy emotions in his heart. A sharp pain stormed in his chest. In a dizziness, he sprayed a large mouthful of blood from his throat.
Molly, watching him in this state, had no sympathy at all.
She rushed up, grabbed Francis's collar, shook him hard, and cried out in pain, "Francis, where were you when Harper needed you? She's pregnant. How could you bear to hurt her like this?"
Seeing him silent, Molly angrily said, "If she doesn't wake up, I'll kill you."
Francis's handsome face turned cold, and his hands were clenched tightly, restraining the impulse to throw Molly out. He controlled himself and knew that if he acted now, it wouldn't be gentle.
He told himself that Molly was Harper's best friend.
If Harper found out, she wouldn't forgive him.
Molly was full of anger now and getting more and more agitated as she spoke, "Harper likes you so much, and you treat her like this. Does she owe you anything? How could you treat her like this and still not let go?"
Francis grabbed Molly's wrist, and his gaze was deep and cold. "What did you just say?"
"Francis."
Robert and Wesley came over together and happened to hear Molly boldly scolding Francis.
Robert knew well that Francis's methods were even more ruthless than his, but in recent years, considering the corporate image, Francis rarely acted personally.
He thought, ‘What a fool! Looks like she hasn’t learned a lesson at all after offending me. Now, she even dares to offend Francis.’
Robert gritted his teeth at Molly and felt like she didn't want to live anymore.
He walked quickly to Molly's side, grabbed her arm, and scolded, "Calm down."
Unexpectedly, Molly directly shook off his hands and roared, "Don't touch me. None of you are any good."
Compared to Francis, she disliked Robert more, especially his hypocritical appearance, which was actually worse than a scumbag.
Francis repeated sternly, "What did you just say?"
Molly, who was fearless at this moment and full of anger only for Harper's harm, answered with her chin up, "I said you're despicable. Harper is so foolish as to let you hurt her like this."
Francis tightened his grip on her arms, and his gaze went extremely deep. "You said Harper likes me?"
"Do you really not know?" Molly mocked, feeling sorry for Harper.
Francis, with such a heart of stone, didn't notice Harper's obvious and almost overflowing feelings for him.
She said, "Otherwise, why do you think Harper gave up her design work to help you with these trivial matters? Has she ever cared about your money or reputation in the two years of marriage? Clearly, she could have had better development on her own. But for you, she gave up everything willingly and applied for an assistant position at Getty Group."
Francis was shocked.
He had never believed that Harper liked him before and always thought she agreed to the marriage agreement with him for her grandfather's sake.
But now, even Molly said so...
They were best friends. Could it be that Harper really liked him?
Like a flower blooming in despair, hope spread in his heart, but the uncontrollable violence dissipated in an instant.
He asked with difficulty, "Since when did Harper..."
Was it earlier than he thought?
"Stop."
Molly gritted her teeth. "Now that she sees your character clearly, you won't have another chance. It is meaningless to talk about the past."
In fact, she didn't know when Harper started to like Francis. She only mentioned once that she had loved him for a long time.
She said it just to make Francis regret it.
Francis' gaze turned sharp, and he shook her arms fiercely. "Tell me."
"Go ask her yourself. She's your wife."
Molly's words were just sarcastic. She smiled. "Forget it. She won't be soon."
Seeing Francis's extremely unpleasant expression, Molly didn't hesitate to speak up, "Mr. Getty, do you think Harper will still like you when she wakes up? You..."
With each word she spoke, which was sharp as a knife, the anger in Francis' eyes grew stronger.
But Molly seemed not to notice and wanted to continue speaking. Robert lifted her up and covered her mouth.
He said to Francis, "She’s my woman. I'll handle her myself."
Molly immediately got angry and pounded his arms while lying on Robert's shoulder.
"Robert, put me down. Who do you think you are? I still want to stay and watch Harper. I can't let that bastard get close to her."
Robert felt extremely helpless.
He finally understood that this woman's bottom line was her best friend and parents.
If anyone touched them, she would go crazy.
Unable to bear it, he threatened, "If you say one crazy thing, don't expect to see your best friend again."
She finally quieted down on his shoulder, but soon, Robert found his shoulder was wet.
Robert put her down next to the elevator and leaned against the wall to prevent her from moving, scolding, "Are you crazy?"
"You're the crazy one." Molly refused to show weakness, not even a bit.
She seldom cried in front of him, and even when she was bullied, she wouldn’t shed a tear.
But as it had to be said, tears were truly a weapon.
At least, at this moment, Robert felt a bit powerless against her.
Impatiently, he said, "I didn't say you couldn't go see her. Do you think Francis is very patient? After what you just said, if you can walk out of here safely, you should thank me."
"He's a bastard. Why can't I tell the truth? You're no good, either. Both you and him are disgusting."
"You." Robert was so angry that he gritted his teeth and could not keep up with her logic.
He was about to scold her when his eyes suddenly caught a figure, and his expression turned cold for a moment.
He reached out and pushed Molly directly behind the safety corridor.
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