Chapter 189 Not Good Enough for My Son
Noah took a hard hit this time, blood seeping from his mouth as he staggered back, thudding against the wall in pain.
The impact echoed through the room, signaling the severity of his injuries. Despite the evident agony, Noah remained silent, swiftly rising to his feet.
Rhodes, typically composed, now brimmed with anger. "Noah, my patience with you is fading fast, Noah!"
Noah's lips moved, but no words came out.
"Your brother's in there. If anything happens to him, you can't make up for it."
Fear finally flickered in Noah's eyes. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean for this to happen."
Rhodes cut him off coldly, "Apologies are just for your own comfort."
Noah's face went pale.
Rhodes went on, "I've raised you for fifteen years, felt sorry for you losing your mom, and spoiled you. Now look at you. Do you think you deserve your mother's sacrifice?"
Noah's eyes filled with tears. "Did my mom really sacrifice her life for me?"
Rhodes had never talked about his mother.
Noah had always thought he was abandoned.
He grabbed Rhodes' arm and yelled, "Tell me everything about my mom!"
Rhodes' eyes turned icy. "I promised your mom I'd tell you when you are ready."
Noah shouted, "I want to know now! Why won't you tell me?"
Rhodes brushed off Noah's arm and said indifferently, "Go home. We don't need you here."
Then, Rhodes turned and walked towards the doctor's office for an update.
"Rhodes," Noah called out.
He gave a bitter smile. "I'm not your son, am I?"
When he was thirteen, Noah had secretly taken his and Rhodes' hair for a paternity test.
The results showed no blood relation.
For five years, he had kept this secret.
Today, he finally revealed it.
Rhodes paused, said nothing, and walked away.
Noah's eyes were red as he turned and punched the wall.
Blood seeped from his fingers.
He leaned against the wall for a long time before turning around.
He suddenly noticed Lily standing behind him, not knowing when she had arrived.
Her hesitant expression and eyes filled with pity.
Clearly, she had just heard their conversation.
She stammered, "I'm sorry about last night in the tent..."
Noah's face darkened. "Get lost."
He pushed her away and walked out without looking back.
Lily felt extremely wronged and started crying.
Last night, she and Noah had played a drinking game in the tent and got so drunk.
Later, she smelled a faint fragrance similar to the one on Francis.
In her memory, she reached out to hug him, and before she passed out, she even leaned in to give him a kiss.
After that, she couldn't remember.
In the middle of the night, someone came in and woke them up, and she found herself sleeping in the same tent as Noah.
She touched her lips, not sure if she had kissed Noah or not.
If she had kissed him, that would be a great loss for her!
She hadn't even known what kissing felt like, and her first kiss was just gone like that.
It was unacceptable!
Besides, Noah hated her so much.
She hated him, too.
Harper was in the hospital room, exhausted to the point of fainting.
A high fever and extreme stress knocked her out for the entire night.
Even in her sleep, she was restless.
Waking up drenched in sweat, she squinted at the bright sunlight and asked the nurse for the time.
When the nurse told her, Harper was shocked at how long she'd been out.
She threw off the covers, ignoring the nurse's protests, and dragged her exhausted body to the ICU.
At the ICU, she found out from the doctor that Francis had stabilized and was moved to a VIP room after waking up.
Harper bolted upstairs to the VIP floor.
Her fever wasn't completely gone, and she was panting and sweating after just a few steps.
When she reached the VIP room, two bodyguards in black blocked her way.
"Please, can you let him know Harper wants to see him?" she nearly begged.
The bodyguards, stone-faced, coldly refused, "Ma'am, we were ordered that no one is allowed inside."
Harper was stunned.
Didn't the doctor say Francis was awake?
Did he not want to see her?
The thought made her heart ache.
But she didn't give up. She sat on a bench by the elevator, and being closer to him would make her feel better.
She sat there until dusk.
Except for bathroom breaks, Harper didn't move.
The bodyguards had already changed shifts.
Still, she couldn't believe Francis wouldn't see her.
She approached the new guards, "Please, just let him know I'm here. If Mr. Getty wants, I'll leave right after."
The new guards were just as cold.
"Ma'am, we're just following orders. Please don't make it hard for us."
Harper was blocked again.
She thought about asking Abigail.
Just as she turned, the elevator doors opened with a ding.
A stern-looking middle-aged man stepped out, his hair perfectly combed, exuding an air of authority.
Harper glanced at him, feeling a bit familiar.
She turned to walk towards the elevator, but the man called out to her.
"Excuse me?"
Harper stopped, puzzled. "Hello."
Ryan squinted, scrutinizing her. "Are you Francis's ex-wife?"
He had investigated and had a photo of Harper. She was striking in person, even more so than in the picture.
Harper guessed who he was and nodded. "Yes."
Ryan introduced himself curtly. "I'm Francis's father."
As she had guessed, Harper nodded politely. "Mr. Getty, nice to meet you."
Ryan's gaze was cold. "When Francis married you, he hid it from us."
Harper hadn't known this. She thought Francis had informed his family, and Abigail never mentioned it.
She didn't know why Ryan was bringing this up now, so she held her breath and listened.
Ryan continued, "When I was abroad, I heard you two divorced. To me, that's a good thing."
Ryan said bluntly, "Your background is a disgrace to the Getty family. You're not good enough for my son."
The disdain in Ryan's tone was almost tangible.
Harper's face turned as pale as a sheet.
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