Chapter 132 It's You Who Forced Me First
Francis pressed down on Harper's still bleeding wound with his hands, with anger almost engulfing him. "Why don't you speak."
Harper remained calm and even managed a faint smile. “Compared to being with you,” she said, “this pain is a blessing.”
Francis' hands trembled as he pressed on the wound. His face went pale and haggard, as if he was stabbed and losing too much blood.
He never expected her to hurt herself so much to force him to divorce.
He lifted his deep eyes and stared at her. "Harper, are you forcing me?"
Harper coldly smirked without a sound. "You forced me first."
The door was pushed open.
In an instant, the room was filled with light.
Doctors and nurses rushed to Harper to urgently treat her wound.
Harper's wound from a spleen surgery on her upper left abdomen had burst open, exposing the raw, bloody flesh beneath. It was a horrifying sight.
However, she didn't cooperate at all but pointed at Francis with a bloodied hand, and her voice was filled with disgust. "Get him out."
The leading middle-aged female doctor looked at the patient, who seemed like a broken doll, and immediately told Francis bluntly, "Sir, please leave."
Clearing the ward was a reasonable request, but the doctor's tone couldn't hide her disdain.
The patient had just had a miscarriage, a ruptured spleen, and brain damage, and it took a lot of effort for her to wake up.
Now, her wound had burst like this, which was most likely due to an argument with this man.
No matter how handsome Francis was, he didn't seem to care for his wife at all.
The doctor gave Harper a sedative, and as she was being stitched up, she couldn't help but say, "Your body is your own; never degrade it for unworthy people or things, or your family will be heartbroken."
Family?
The pain Harper endured, she could bear, but when she heard the keyword family, her nose tingled, and tears couldn't be held back.
Delaney used to be her family, but Delaney was gone.
Later, the baby was her family, but the baby was gone too.
She had no family left.
The medication the doctor gave her contained a sedative, and after crying for a while, Harper fell asleep.
Outside the ward, Francis stood still. He was meticulous, but he didn't even want to clean the blood off himself.
His eyes were fixed on the closed ward without blinking.
After the doctor came out, he stopped her and asked, "How is she?"
"Her wound has been taken care of, but the patient has just experienced a major incident. At this time, you must be more patient with her, less provocative, and help her recover as soon as possible."
The doctor's words seemed to drain Francis of all his strength.
He knew that his presence was a provocation to Harper.
In the following days, Francis never set foot in the ward again.
He only arranged for four caregivers to take turns watching over Harper.
It was more like surveillance than care.
They reported Harper's every move to Francis, including how much water she drank and how much food she ate, without missing a single detail.
In the towering building, Francis watched the caregivers secretly capture Harper's peaceful sleeping face, feeling a bittersweetness.
He knew she would never show such a relaxed expression in front of him again.
Victor came in and looked at Francis standing by the window. He noticed the unmistakable signs of fatigue and loneliness on Francis' face, and let out a sigh.
Without turning his head around, Francis asked, "What's the situation?"
Victor replied, "After the people who kidnapped Ms. Musk fled, they crashed on Summit Ridge Road, the vehicle exploded, and no one survived. Whether those people were enemies of the Musk family or Ms. Musk's enemies, it's still under investigation."
With everyone dead, it meant the clues were cut off.
Francis' expression turned cold. "What else?"
"Amelia has no news yet, but the two men who kidnapped the lady have been found. Do you want to see them first?"
Francis' face changed in an instant as he coldly said, "Now."
In an underground garage in the suburb.
The heavy iron door was pulled open, and a pungent smell came.
Victor coughed from the smell, and upon closer inspection, he saw the two men on the ground, who were scared to the point of wetting themselves.
He reached out to cover their heads with the black hoods and plunged them into darkness.
All they could hear was the rhythmic clack of leather shoes, so they bowed their heads and cried out, "Could you let us go? We're just poor men. Why did you catch us?"
After a terrifying sound, the black-clad bodyguard's baseball bat brutally smashed the kneecaps of the two thugs.
"Ah..."
The crisp sound of bones breaking, accompanied by their piercing screams, was echoing through the room.
Francis approached, and his thin lips carried a coldness. "Do you now understand why I caught you?"
The fatter man reacted the fastest, feared another beating, and quickly asked, "Is it because of the big business we did a few days ago?"
Seeing Francis silent, the fat man hurriedly said, "A few days ago, we kidnapped a beauty in the hospital's underground parking lot."
Francis' face flushed with anger, and his voice was low. "Recount that day's events in detail. Don't leave out a single word."
"Okay," the fat man was quick to comply and nodded. "Don't hit me. I'll tell you everything."
The skinny man also nodded repeatedly, who was afraid of being late. “Me, too"
They quickly recounted the events of that day in general.
The fat man said, " A vicious woman approached us. She demanded that we kidnap another woman, who was beautiful, and beat her severely. We complied, but we didn't know the woman we kidnapped was pregnant. If we had known, we wouldn't have done it."
As the terrifying sound escalated, this time, the black-clad bodyguard used the baseball bat to strike their arms directly.
"Ah."
They screamed and writhed on the ground. each had one of his arms broken into two soft pieces, hanging limply on their shoulders.
"I said. Don't hide anything." Francis's low voice in the darkness was like a grim reaper demanding their lives.
The fat man quickly said, "I slapped her twice and tore her clothes."
The tall, skinny man also admitted, "I just used a belt to whip her a few times, slapped her twice, and kicked her twice."
The tall, skinny man's voice grew smaller and less confident as he spoke.
Francis' handsome face visibly darkened and became terrifying.
He said coldly, "Cripple them first."
With that sentence, the two thugs became despaired.
Behind him, their cries of agony rang out like the slaughter of animals.
In the hospital, Molly would take time every day to visit Harper, and she would chase the caregivers out as soon as she arrived to have some private conversations.
The caregivers were obedient at this time because Francis had instructed them not to trouble Molly when she came.
No sooner had Molly left than the door to the ward was pushed open again.
Chloe wheeled in, slowly approached the bedside, and smiled as she asked, "Harper, how are you feeling?"
Harper frowned and did not want to exchange a word with her. "Get out."
Chloe felt relaxed and sat calmly in her wheelchair, looking at her. "Why are you so agitated? I heard that the bastard in you."
She paused to pretend to cough a few times. "Your child was beaten to death, so I came specially to see you."
Harper's body shook, her eyes suddenly turning red.
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