Chapter 141 Divorce
Francis hurried to the hospital, and Victor's first task on the scene was to connect to the surveillance footage.
In the surveillance video, Harper came out of the room at half past one in the morning while the nurse was dozing off.
Harper, who was barefoot in a white dress, got on the elevator and never came back down.
The elevator display showed it stopped on the 18th floor.
Victor's expression turned serious, "Mr. Getty, it's the top floor."
Upon hearing this, Francis' pupils suddenly contracted, and then he rushed out quickly.
In the dark night, Harper sat on the edge of the rooftop.
Her seaweed-like hair was scattered, and the long white dress billowed in the wind, which made her look even more fragile, as if she would shatter like crystal in the next moment.
When he saw this scene, Francis' expression was unprecedentedly terrible, and a sense of panic crawled into his heart.
"Harper."
He called out cautiously.
Harper seemed oblivious and looked up at the sky.
"Harper, what are you looking at?" Francis lowered his voice. His eyes were fixed on her as he was slowly approaching.
As if she hadn't noticed, Harper replied, "My baby..."
Francis paused and then saw Harper raise her thin arm to point to the sky and say, "My baby just came to say goodbye to me. It went there."
In an instant, it was as if a giant hammer fell from the sky, brutally hitting Francis's heart.
His expression grew increasingly pale, and his fingers trembled involuntarily by his side.
After a while, he struggled bitterly to say, "Come down, please."
Harper calmly said, "Francis, can you let me go?"
His nerves tensed, and his tone restrained as he said, "Harper, could you come down and talk?"
Seeing his face, Harper knew she had succeeded halfway.
One half was to make him think she wanted to commit suicide, and the other half was to get him to agree to a divorce.
She couldn't really risk her life since she had promised Delaney she would live a good life. She wouldn't break that promise.
But the first step was to leave Francis.
She couldn't let her hatred dominate her life and control her future.
Although she emphasized seeking Dylan's help, deep down, she didn't want him to know she had lost the child.
Dylan had been a source of warmth for her, and she didn't want to hurt him.
"Francis, let's break up in peace." Harper looked at him firmly.
Loving him for ten years was the biggest mistake she had ever made.
She deeply regretted it.
In the dark night, only her delicate face shone brightly.
Francis remembered the first time he saw her. He thought her pupils were particularly beautiful and as pure as newborn babies.
Now, her beautiful eyes were still bright, but the enchanting aura had vanished, and there was only emptiness left.
Why did it come to this?
Heartache, panic, regret, and all kinds of emotions instantly filled his chest.
Francis felt it extremely difficult to breathe and his heart as if it was squeezed by a hand.
Was he really going to let go?
He heard himself pleading softly, "Chloe won't trouble us anymore. Harper. Give me a chance, and I'll treat you well, just like before."
Harper interrupted, "Can my baby come back?"
With a simple sentence, Harper shattered everything Francis wanted to say.
Even with his immense wealth and power, there were things he couldn't do.
Their baby couldn't come back, just like they couldn't go back to how they were.
Thinking of her baby, Harper suddenly broke down emotionally and cried bitterly.
She truly hoped she wasn't lying to him and that her baby had really come to her in a dream to tell her it had gone to a beautiful heaven.
But it wasn't true, her baby hadn't come.
She really missed her baby.
During the mourning for Delaney's death, her baby was her only comfort.
Why should her only solace be taken away?
She seemed to want to release all her emotions.
Her body trembled, and she cried hysterically, "Francis, I begged you."
In her extreme despair, she didn't expect him to come to her rescue immediately, but she did expect him at least not to hang up the phone but to check her location.
But he hung up.
When she was being abused, she protected her belly, and her baby stayed with her for a long time.
Finally, Francis' expression turned as pale as a sheet, and he was consumed by a profound sense of grief and remorse for his mistake.
That hung-up phone call was the pain of his life.
"I'm sorry, Harper. I'm so sorry."
He knew she wouldn't accept his apology, but he didn't know what else to say besides apologizing.
For the first time, he felt powerless, wishing he could take her pain upon himself.
The loss of the child was also heartbreaking for him.
Just the thought of their child brought an extreme pain piercing his heart.
But he knew his pain was far less than one-tenth of Harper's.
Harper's long lashes trembled. Tears fell down her pale face like pearls.
"Francis, I beg you to let me go for one last time. Don't make me hate you even more."
Her plea, like a poisoned dagger, tortured every inch of Francis' skin.
He seemed to fail to bear the pain, staggered back, and felt as if a knife was twisting in his heart.
It seemed that one minute passed, but it felt like eons.
He felt a coldness on his face, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Okay."
A few days later, in the afternoon, Harper's divorce application appointment at the Marriage Registry Office had been approved.
After completing the discharge procedures, Francis drove the car, and they headed to the Marriage Registry Office.
In the car, they were both very quiet, and silence was the final harmony between them.
A forty-minute journey turned into an hour and a half with Francis at the wheel.
But it didn’t matter how long it took. Harper was calm and did not rush him.
Finally, they arrived at the destination.
When it was their turn, the staff apologized and said, "Sorry, the network seemed to fail us. Would you like to wait a bit or come back tomorrow?"
A sentence sparked hope in Francis' heart.
But the hope was shattered in the next moment.
Harper firmly said, "We'll wait."
She didn't want to wait overnight. She tried to get this done now so she could feel at peace.
A wave of complex sadness surged up, and Francis pressed his lips tightly.
As the end of the workday approached, the network still wasn't fixed.
The people behind them in line had all left. And there were only them.
Francis lowered his gaze and murmured, "Let's come back tomorrow. Is that okay?"
Harper glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "There are ten minutes left."
Instantly, his expression turned pale, and he looked extremely unpleasant.
Had she really come to hate him to this extent so as to be unwilling to have any further contact with him?
Francis' eyes showed a hint of sadness. "Then you wait. I need to go back to work."
"No."
Harper wasn't foolish. How could she get a divorce alone?
"Now, there's a contract waiting for me to sign. Could you compensate me for my losses?" Francis asked.
"You." Harper felt he deliberately said so.
A contract from the Getty Group was worth billions. She had no way to pay.
Suddenly, Francis felt much lighter in his heart. His voice even sounded clearer. "Since you can't afford it, then I'll leave."
Yes, he was escaping.
Francis knew very well that once she got the divorce certificate, she would leave him immediately.
If she hadn't threatened him with her life, he wouldn't let go.
At that moment, the staff suddenly called out, "Number 24, the network is back up. Do you want to proceed now?"
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