Chapter 131 Francis, Are You Worthy of It?
Francis' tall figure suddenly swayed. He couldn't believe that Harper, who had always been kind and gentle, would casually say something so hurtful as asking him to go to hell.
Francis' eyes grew more bitter. "Do you really hate me that much?"
Harper's expression remained calm. "When I was kidnapped, I truly hated you. I kept thinking if you hadn't left me in the hospital parking lot, maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped. But things are already set, and I know that if it happened again, you would still choose to save Chloe."
"It's not like that."
Francis felt a stabbing pain in his heart. His throat felt like it was filled with shards of glass, and his mouth tasted like rust.
He reached out to touch her forehead, but Harper dodged his touch.
Shaking her head, she mockingly said, "Don't deceive yourself. You can't let her go."
Francis explained hoarsely, "Harper, it's not like that. I really intended to send Chloe away safely. I promised her that I would take her abroad until she had her surgery, and then we would..."
"Francis."
Harper interrupted painfully, "You also promised me. You made me believe in you. You said we would go home together, but what happened?"
A heavy weight pressed on Francis' chest. He tried to speak, but it seemed like he had lost his voice.
"Francis, have you ever experienced the feeling of your head being slammed against the wall and your organs being crushed?"
Francis' face turned pale, and his thin lips were trembling. "Please, stop."
Harper, as if not hearing him, pointed to the bandage on her head. Her lips trembled involuntarily as she recalled the terrifying memory.
"They smashed my head against the wall and stomped on my body with their feet. I felt like my whole being was being crushed, and I felt the baby leaving me. At that moment, I truly hated you. It was you who made me believe in you. But it was still you who abandoned me once again."
As she recalled that scene, Harper still felt the onslaught of despair.
Every time she thought about losing her child, she felt overwhelming grief.
The crack in her heart felt like it had been sprinkled with coarse salt, bringing her whole body to tremble.
Every word from Harper made Francis feel as if he were experiencing the pain firsthand. Especially when she mentioned believing in him, it felt like three sharp ice picks stabbing into his ears, which caused him unbearable headaches.
He had personally lost her trust.
Francis' pain was written all over his face, but Harper showed no empathy because that pain was nothing compared to what she had experienced.
She looked at him and continued, "That day, I really wanted to believe in you again, but that thought made me lose my baby and fall into hell. You made me understand that a person can have dreams, but they shouldn't be delusional."
Because she believed in his words about going home together, she paid a terribly painful price.
Francis felt drained of all his strength; his straight back slumped down, and his beautiful eyes were filled with indescribable pain.
"I'm sorry, Harper."
He knew that no apology could heal the pain Harper had endured.
But what else could he say besides that?
If he had known the outcome would be like this, he would never have left her.
"No need."
An overdue apology was more disgusting than feigned affection.
Harper said calmly, "I don't even want to give you the emotion of hatred anymore. If you truly feel guilty towards me, then agree to a divorce. From now on, we'll be strangers."
Her watery eyes revealed no emotional fluctuations, suggesting a state of indifference, neither love nor hate.
Unprecedented panic swept through Francis' heart, causing his heart to beat violently.
She didn't even want to give him her hatred. Was she really going to become a stranger to him?
This shouldn't be happening.
She liked him, and Molly said she wanted him.
He tightly held her arms and instinctively said, "Harper, you like me. Molly said you liked me. Please don't easily give up on this relationship."
Harper looked at his exhausted yet charming face and forced a smile. "I foolishly liked you once but then realized how wrong I was. I shouldn't have competed with Chloe for your heart. God's punishment came swiftly. I lost Delaney first, and now I've lost my baby. If this continues, it might take me my life."
The last sentence hit Francis' heart like a huge iron block, bringing a wave of pain throughout his body.
She couldn't resist him but softly rebuked, "Let go of me."
"No, I won't let go."
Francis refused without hesitation. If he let go now, Harper might never turn back.
His usually indifferent voice now carried a hint of trembling. "This is all my fault. If you want the baby, we can have another one. You can have as many as you want, and I will take care of you all."
Harper lowered her head and fiercely bit into his arm, trembling all over.
How dare he mention having children!
Tasting the metallic tang of blood, Harper clenched her teeth and refused to let go until she couldn't bite anymore.
Francis' white shirt was soaked in crimson blood, but he seemed oblivious, still holding her tightly.
Hatred filled Harper's beautiful eyes as she gritted her teeth. "Francis, are you worthy of it?"
Her words were filled with endless resentment.
Francis felt a pang in his heart, not because she hated him, but because he felt her pain.
His lips moved reluctantly. "Harper, you can do whatever you want, but you can't divorce me."
Just the thought of Harper disappearing from his world made his heart feel like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe.
He wouldn't let go even if he had to resort to despicable means to keep her by his side.
Harper didn't even want to waste the energy to bite him. She stared blankly at his shoulder and stated firmly, "Francis, we will get a divorce."
"No, we won't," Francis blurted out without a hint of hesitation.
Harper, nestled in his arms, didn't argue back. He thought she had softened, and his throat tightened. "Harper, don't leave me."
She could do whatever she wanted, but he couldn’t let her go.
Harper remained silent, but Francis was ecstatic. He believed that, given enough time, she would change her mind.
He held her tighter, but the next moment, he felt a wetness on his shirt, accompanied by a strong smell of rust.
Francis let go of her, only to see his white shirt stain red from the wound that Harper had caused to bleed again.
In an instant, his mind went blank as if all thoughts had been sucked out of his brain.
He called out, "Doctor."
Francis pressed the button frantically, almost screaming out of control.
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