Chapter 130 Seeking a Divorce
The first to enter was the police. They knew Harper had woken up and went in to ask some questions.
When the rescue team arrived that day, everyone else had already run away, leaving Harper lying there covered in blood.
Harper had just woken up, looking dispirited. Her tongue was injured, and she couldn't speak much.
After the police left, Molly went in to see her.
Seeing the lingering bruises on her cheeks, Molly couldn't help but cry. She wanted to hug her but was afraid of touching her wounds, so she just cried by the bedside for a while.
After calming down, Molly opened her mouth and wanted to comfort her but didn’t know what to say.
Harper's eyes, which were red from crying so much while unconscious, looked like a rabbit's.
Molly felt her nose tingle again. She said, "Harper, if you're not feeling well, let it out."
Her expectations for this baby were no less than Harper's.
They had agreed that she would be the baby's godmother once she was born.
But now...
Thinking of that poor baby, Molly's eyes welled up with tears, her heart aching.
Harper reached out and touched Molly's face. As her fingertips gently brushed against Molly's face, she asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Her voice was choked and horse. The words she said were disjointed as her tongue was also injured.
Although Molly had used the best scar removal cream on her face, there was a scar left.
Fortunately, the injury was on her cheekbone to the side of her ear. She let down one side of her hair so the scar was barely visible.
Unexpectedly, Harper noticed it easily. Molly cried again, slightly annoyed, "Is it the time for you to care about others now?"
Why should such a kind-hearted Harper be treated like this?
Molly lied that she had accidentally fallen, and Harper patted her hands as if to comfort her.
Molly shared some good news with her to lift Harper's spirits.
Unexpectedly, after listening to Molly’s words, Harper's lips curved slightly, and she smiled faintly.
An inexplicable feeling arose. Molly felt that Harper looked strange at this time.
At a glance, one could see she was very sad, but she remained calm and composed and was neither hysterical nor asking about the child.
She looked at Harper and didn’t know what she was thinking at the moment, but tentatively opened her mouth. "Francis..."
Before she could say the rest, Harper turned her face away, which indicated she didn't want to hear it.
Only then did Molly relax. If she still had emotions, it meant her mental state was normal.
She stayed in the ward for a while, and the nurse came to remind her to let Harper rest more.
Reluctantly, Molly left and promised to come back tomorrow.
Once the ward door closed, Harper's gentle expression vanished and was replaced by suppressed and melancholic sobs.
She twisted the blanket, crying heart-wrenchingly while her voice was hoarse and low and enveloped in despair, which sounded particularly harsh and unpleasant.
Was this God's punishment for her?
It was punishing her for her foolish dreams and always wanting to hold onto happiness that wasn't hers.
She hated herself for being too greedy.
Would her baby have been okay if she had left earlier?
But evidently, everything had already been set in stone.
On the door handle of the ward rested a fair and beautiful hand.
At this moment, every finger on that hand was trembling slightly.
The crying in the ward felt like sharp needles piercing Francis's heart, which robbed him of the courage to enter.
He leaned against the wall. Even breathing felt laborious.
When Francis finally dared enter, it was very late, and Harper was already asleep under the nurse's care.
He gestured to the nurse not to speak and motioned for her to leave.
Francis sat by the bedside, staring intently at Harper's profile.
In just a few days, her cheekbones protruded, and she had become so thin that she lay in the blanket, which made her body appear small and almost invisible.
He reached out to touch her hair, but she moved.
Since waking up, Harper couldn't sleep at all, no matter how hard she tried.
She wanted to sleep, to dream, and to wait for her baby to come to her in her dreams.
But after that one time, she never dreamed of her baby again.
She had just pretended to sleep because she felt sorry for the nurse and wanted to give her a chance to rest.
So, the moment Francis entered, she knew.
The familiar cold fragrance had already been etched into her bones.
She didn't want to speak, so she continued to pretend to sleep. But when he reached out, the deep-seated disgust made it impossible for her to continue the act.
Francis' voice was hoarse and out of tune as he called out, "Harper."
"Get out." Harper was calm and indifferent at that moment, as if she didn't want to say another word to him.
Francis's heart clenched sharply. "I was wrong, Harper. I really didn't expect it. If I had known it was true, I would never..."
Harper didn't want to hear his insincere repentance. She calmly interrupted him, "My child is gone. You must be happy."
Just this one sentence, which was like a poisoned arrow, pierced Francis's heart and caused every part of him to ache.
He would rather have Harper hit him or scold him.
At least that would have been a hundred times easier to bear than this sentence.
But Harper never thought of doing that. He wasn't worth any more of her effort.
She closed her eyes. "Get out. We'll talk about the divorce tomorrow."
Her tone was devoid of emotion but carried an undeniable determination.
Francis grabbed her hand; his expression went pale, and his voice was hoarse. "Harper, I swear, I will believe you completely in the future, and we will have our child in the future."
At the mention of the child, Harper viciously slapped him.
Her whole body burned with anger and pain. "Francis, you don't deserve to mention the child."
Francis endured the slap and even hoped that Harper would hit him harder to vent her anger.
That way, it would mean there was still a chance for their relationship.
He said cryptically, "Harper if it helps you feel better, you can do anything to me."
Harper continued with a cold expression. "I said divorce."
Upon hearing this, Francis instinctively refused, "Divorce is not an option."
But Harper calmly stated, "You will."
That’s because she would do whatever it took only to seek a divorce.
Hearing Harper's resolute tone, Francis felt a moment of panic.
"Harper, I will change. I will change everything you're not satisfied with until you're satisfied. Can we start over?"
Harper suddenly laughed a shattered yet beautiful smile.
"Are you saying that after abandoning pregnant me and rushing to Chloe, after ignoring my desperate pleas to save our child, after someone killed our child, you want to start over with me?"
“Is there anything more ironic in this world?”
Her tone was calm, but Francis could hear the deep sorrow she was trying to conceal behind those words.
His eyes stung uncomfortably, and his voice was trembling. "When can I make you forgive me?"
Harper looked at him. "When you're in hell."
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