Chapter 142 Let's Not Meet Again
Harper felt it was the most musical sound in the world. She snatched the documents from Francis' hands and slammed them on the table.
"Yes."
Immediately, Francis froze in place.
Soon, the stamped divorce certificate was handed to them.
After taking it, Harper neatly placed it in her bag.
However, Francis hesitated to take it, his face extremely pale.
For the first time, he hated a piece of paper so much.
Harper directly stuffed it into his arms and coldly said, "Don't keep others from leaving work."
The divorce certificate pressed against his chest made him feel like his heart was burning.
While he stood there motionless, Harper had already left.
When Francis came to his senses, he immediately chased after her and saw Harper hailing a taxi. He grabbed her arm as she tried to get in.
Harper tried to shake him off, but he held onto her right hand, which she couldn't exert force with.
"Let me go." Harper's eyes were cold as she looked at him.
Francis was stung by the indifference in her eyes but still didn't let her go. He said, "I'll give you a lift."
"No," Harper coldly refused.
Seeing their struggle, the taxi drove off with other passengers.
Harper grew angrier but couldn't shake off his grip.
Seeing her not resisting, Francis felt a glimmer of hope and said firmly, "Shall I carry you, or will you come with me?"
Harper was too angry to speak. In that silent minute, Francis forcefully lifted her into his car and fastened her seat belt.
But the next moment, Harper undid the seat belt and reached for the door.
The door was locked.
She turned to look at him coldly. "Francis, open the door."
"Let me drive you."
"Aren't you going to open the door?" Harper took out her phone and dialed a number in front of Francis.
"Harper."
Francis reached out to stop her from calling the police. He never expected her to resist to the point of calling the police directly.
His handsome face turned pale, and his voice was bitter as he said, "I have something to say. I'll let you go after I've said it."
Harper remained silent and looked at him coldly.
In a hoarse voice, Francis said, "Harper, the day I went to save Chloe, I was thinking of repaying her for one last time. And then we would be even. I truly didn't know you would go through all this. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone to save her."
After listening, Harper showed no reaction, no anger, no sympathy, and no sadness.
"Are you done? May I get off now?"
In that instant, a dense pain filled Francis' chest.
"Harper, do you hate me so much that you can't even bear to look at me?"
"Francis, what do you think I would feel when I see you? Would I think about how you left me in the parking lot to save another woman, how I begged you desperately, or think about the child I lost?"
Harper tried to control her emotions and kept herself calm.
She didn't want to give him any emotions, neither love nor hate.
Her indifferent narration made Francis' lips almost as pale as snow.
It felt like a sharp blade was piercing his chest, which made it hard for him to breathe.
He let her go and let her leave. At least for now, He couldn't face her.
Before getting off, Harper looked at his pale face and said with a smile, "Take care, and let's not meet again."
Her smile was genuine, a smile of liberation.
She didn't even bother to say goodbye because all she wanted was never to see him again.
Unfortunately, that wasn't easy.
Francis agreed to the divorce on the condition that Dylan wouldn't be informed about their divorce.
As long as Dylan missed her, she would still visit him as usual and inevitably run into Francis. But she would try to visit Dylan when he wasn't around.
Francis couldn't find any joy in this situation. Every second he spent looking at her was torture.
Watching her walk away without a trace of nostalgia, Francis felt a strong smell of blood in his throat. He finally felt dizzy and collapsed in the car.
In the last second, before losing consciousness, he seemed to see Harper turning back.
He felt a bit relieved. Finally, was she willing to look back at him?
Unfortunately, Harper didn't turn back. It was just his illusion.
When Francis woke up, he was already in the hospital, and Victor brought him in.
Days of sleepless nights and stress had taken a toll on his body, which caused him to vomit blood and pass out.
After waking up, Francis asked, "Has she been here?"
Victor knew exactly who he was asking about. Looking at his sickly face, he found it hard to speak.
"No."
Francis persisted to say, "Did you tell her?"
"I called her," Victor admitted honestly.
"What did she say?"
Victor recalled Harper's tone at the time. "Isn't he in the hospital? I'm not a doctor. It would be more useful to call Mr. Redstone. We're divorced now, so you don't need to inform me about him."
Victor didn't dare to hide anything and told Francis everything.
After a long silence, Francis spoke coldly, "Leave."
Victor left and heard a series of noises coming from the ward as Francis smashed many things.
He sighed and thought he’d better not get married in his life.
Harper returned to her residence in Clearwater Bay and stayed indoors for a whole week.
She hadn't rested well in the hospital, and perhaps it was the familiarity of being back after the divorce that made her eat only one meal a day and sleep continuously for three days.
In the following three days, she began to deal with necessary matters. She first apologized to Hannah and said she couldn't work at her studio anymore.
Hannah was disappointed and wanted to salvage the situation, but Harper's issue was not unwillingness but rather a lack of capacity.
The uncertainty of her hand's recovery was a significant factor. Drawing and designing required coordination from her right hand, which she could no longer provide.
Hannah understood her injury, sympathized with her, and said she could return if she wanted to in the future.
Harper didn't want to wallow in despair. She started applying for jobs online and looked for suitable opportunities.
She applied to two places: a small language translation company and a large educational institution.
These were the jobs she could handle at the moment.
Molly called her after hearing about her divorce.
She had been kept away by the bodyguards Francis had arranged to prevent her from seeing Harper.
Only after inquiring with a familiar doctor did she learn about Harper's discharge and immediately contacted her.
Harper said she wanted to rest for a few days. A week later, Molly came to take her out to celebrate her divorce.
The celebration naturally took place at a bar.
Molly drank hard liquor while Harper's body was recovering, so she only had some fruit wine.
Midway through the drinks, Molly began to cry as she held Harper and said, "Harper, why are you so desperate that you even thought of jumping off? That scumbag isn't worth it."
When Molly heard the doctor say that, she was truly shocked.
Harper didn't want Molly to worry and told her the truth, "I didn't really want to jump off, but that was the quickest way to get a divorce. I thought if Francis didn't compromise, I would have to find another way. I didn't expect him to compromise."
"Really?" Molly widened her eyes and reproachfully said, "Do you know how scared I was when the doctor said you wanted to jump off?"
Harper replied calmly, "I wouldn't. He's not worth it."
Hearing this, Molly felt relieved, kissed her, and said, "I always knew you were strong. How could you be easily defeated by such a scumbag?"
"Of course not. I promised Delaney I would live well, so I will. I won't punish myself for his mistake. So rest assured, even if he dies, I won't."
At that moment, a mocking laughter came from behind them.
"Women are always the best at deceiving people."
Molly's face turned pale when she heard the voice. Turning around, she saw Robert standing there with Francis.
Robert smirked mockingly and said, "Francis, take a good look. This is the woman you had been missing when you were lying in a hospital bed. She has always wanted you dead."
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