Chapter 139 We're Done
Victor signaled the bodyguard to stop and then looked at Francis, waiting for instructions.
Chloe, as if seeing an opportunity, with her eyes bloodshot, cried, "Francis, are you really so heartless to me? I saved your life."
She was gambling and refusing to believe that Francis was truly so cruel. He said he had repaid her favor, but she didn't accept his words. She wanted to use this favor to hold him for a lifetime and never let him escape from her.
And it worked. Francis stopped in his tracks, turned around, and walked towards her. Then, he squatted in front of her, used his slender and beautiful fingers to hold her hand with the knife, and softly said, "Don't do this."
Instantly, tears of emotion welled up in Chloe's eyes.
She succeeded.
She knew that Francis, who was seemingly indifferent, was actually devoted. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken care of her for so long.
It felt like her lost treasure was found again.
Chloe choked and said, "Francis, I knew you wouldn't ignore me."
All she wanted now was to drop the fruit knife and embrace this man affectionately.
But Francis held her hand tightly and squeezed it as if to crush her hand bones. Chloe's expression changed with pain, and she wanted to struggle, but her other finger had been injured by Francis, which made it impossible for her to exert any force.
Trembling, she said, "Francis, you're hurting me."
Ignoring her pain, Francis moved her hand one inch up the knife handle and calmly said, "You didn't hit a major artery in that position. You won't die. You need to stab here, understand?"
In an instant, Chloe's body shook violently.
For the first time, she experienced so deep fear that even her pores were exuding it as if she would die in his hands the next second.
His dark side was as terrifying as a devil, although he usually looked like an angel.
"Why haven't you stab yet?" Francis looked at her expressionlessly, and his tone was gloomy.
"Do you want me to help you?"
Then, he aimed her hand at that fatal spot and pressed her thumb down forcefully.
Chloe trembled and was truly terrified. "No, Francis. Let me go."
Francis narrowed his eyes, and his grip showed no sign of loosening, looking very intimidating.
"You want to die, don't you?"
He cut the surface of Chloe's skin with the knife, and her blood was flowing down the handle onto her nails and then down her arm.
"Ah, no..." Chloe trembled violently and was extremely afraid. "Help, help me. Victor. Help..."
Just a moment ago, she had resisted being taken away by Victor, but now she just wanted Victor to take her away immediately.
At least in the mental hospital, she could survive and have a chance to come out.
But by Francis' side, she feared he would drain her blood in the next second.
Victor saw enough and quickly walked to Francis' side. "Mr. Getty, leave it to me."
Francis shook Chloe away violently, which made her feel like she had survived a disaster.
Francis took a wet towel and slowly wiped the filth off his hands.
He looked at Chloe, who was as helpless as a stray dog, and said coldly, "When we catch Amelia, if I find out you have any connection with her, I will make you spend the rest of your life in the mental hospital."
With that, he turned to walk away. It took five minutes before Chloe burst into hysterical tears, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable hatred.
Francis actually treated her like this for that despicable woman.
Did he think she would be trapped in a mental hospital? When she came out, she would make sure they paid for it. The venom in Chloe's eyes was chilling. ‘Francis. you will regret it.’
Harper quietly watched her right hand and tried to grip it but failed. The nurse, seeing her struggle, felt a twinge in her nose, tried to comfort her, and said, "Although you can't exert much force, you will be able to write with a pen. Just don't hold the pen in one position for too long, or you won't be able to hold it."
She noticed that Harper seemed very concerned about her right hand, so her voice was getting softer as she spoke, "During rehabilitation, you can also try using your left hand."
After the nurse left, Harper continued to look at her hands. Because the tendons in her palm were cut by glass that day, and her right hand couldn't hold a pen for long.
No wonder she trembled when she exerted force. Did this mean she couldn't draw design drafts anymore? She tried to reassure herself that it was okay and that her right hand wasn't completely useless.
But as she looked at her trembling hand, her tears couldn't help but fall, which quickly wet the white bedding.
Why didn't God help? She lost Delaney and her baby, and now even her healthy right hand was being taken away?
Francis pushed open the door and saw this scene and felt it painful as if he was stabbed in the heart.
Suddenly, Francis felt a bit scared to approach her.
He didn't know how to comfort her. For the first time, he hated himself so much.
Molly was right in scolding him before. He was blind and let Chloe hurt her time and time again.
Now, he realized that he didn't want to waste time anymore.
Francis walked quickly over and wanted to say something. But Harper didn't even look at him; instead, she treated him as if he were air.
She completely ignored him. After a few days of rest, Harper didn't regain her vitality but appeared even thinner than before, lacking the vigor and vitality a young girl should have.
Regret surged in Francis' heart.
He reached out to wipe away the tears hanging from her eyes, and at that moment, Harper's emotions were no longer indifferent.
She shifted her body. She was alert and said coldly, "What are you doing?"
The guarded look on her face pierced Francis' heart.
He spoke up, but his voice was no longer as sharp as before and somewhat hoarse, "Have you eaten anything?"
Harper sarcastically smiled. "Francis, it's not appropriate for us to chat like this."
Francis' throat tightened, and after a moment, he said, "Harper, Chloe has been taken to a mental hospital."
Harper's eyes were calm and indifferent. She didn't care where Chloe was. She used to care because she loved him, but now that she didn't love him anymore, Chloe's presence wouldn't hurt her anymore.
Harper's indifference stung Francis, and he couldn't help but hold her hands. He said, guilty, "I won't interfere with her affairs anymore."
Harper's hands stiffened slightly, and she pulled back her hands without hesitation.
Her resistance and rejection were evident. "Francis, your promises have negative credibility with me."
He had broken his promises too many times, and she would never believe him again.
She didn't want to talk to him anymore. "Leave. Come back when you want to talk about divorce." At the mention of divorce, Francis felt a sharp pain in his head. He instinctively said coldly, "I won't divorce you." Harper wasn't angry. She just smiled faintly and said, "You will."
Francis' expression was grim, and he did not understand why Harper was so sure he would divorce. He had never thought about divorce. How could he possibly divorce her?
"Harper, I'll say it one last time. I won't divorce you."
With that, Francis tightly embraced her and didn’t dare to hold her for too long, for he was afraid her body wasn't fully recovered. The sweet taste he had longed for lingered in his arms.
The whole world seemed to quiet down. He wanted to freeze time in this moment. Even if Harper didn't resist, Francis didn't dare to hold her for too long because her indifference almost emanated from her bones. He switched to holding her arms and looked deeply into her eyes.
"My dear, it's all my fault. Forgive me for the last time." Harper, still wearing an expressionless face, said seriously and clearly, "Then let me tell you for the last time. We're done. You can't stop me from divorcing with you." The air was filled with unspeakable tension, which made their hearts restless. Francis' expression darkened. "I disagree. What can you do?"
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