Chapter 193 I just want you
He didn't want to force her. If Abigail called her to come, it would be considered voluntary.
Francis felt a bitterness in his throat. He had put himself so down that he needed to find excuses to deceive himself.
Abigail was slightly stunned when she first heard Francis's words.
The next second, she felt a bit uncomfortable.
No matter how much she liked Harper, at critical moments, she couldn't compare to her son.
She could still remember how her hands had trembled and her heart had palpitated when the doctor said his heart had almost been pierced.
Even though she knew he was not in mortal danger anymore, just thinking about the doctor's words made her feel a chill and shiver all over.
She thought that if Francis married a woman he didn't like as much, he might be calmer and wouldn't risk his life.
Thinking of this, Abigail said earnestly, "Francis, Harper lost a child. You saved her life, so it's even. You two are already divorced. Let it go."
Francis hadn't expected Harper to have told Abigail about the divorce, and his face instantly turned very ugly.
He glanced at Abigail and said, "Mom, the divorce wasn't my choice. I will never forget Harper."
Abigail was at a loss for words and snapped, "How can you be so foolish?"
"If you don't want to, I'll go see her myself!"
As Francis spoke, he threw off the blanket, reached out to support himself on the edge of the bed, and tried to get down.
The movement pulled at his wound, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Immediately, Abigail was so frightened that her face turned pale. She held him down. "Don't move. I'll call her over!"
Harper was a bit surprised to receive a call from Abigail.
She had thought that Abigail had developed a grudge against her that day and didn't want to see her again.
However, Abigail's voice on the phone didn't sound like she was quite willing either.
Harper wondered if it was Francis's idea.
But he was already engaged to Lily, and she didn't want to be entangled with him anymore.
'Let everything end here,' Harper wished.
Harper politely declined the visit.
Unexpectedly, Abigail said, "Harper, you are the reason why Francis got hurt. Both emotionally and logically, you should come to take care of him. As for other matters, we can find another time to discuss it."
Although Abigail's words weremoral coercion, but they were also true.
Harper couldn't refuse it and took a cab to the hospital.
Unexpectedly, in the hospital parking lot, she ran into Keith, who had come to get medicine for Addison.
Keith hadn't been able to reach Harper for a few days and was a bit worried. Later, Harper only told him she had a fever and she hadn't checked her phone.
Naturally, Keith didn't believe her. Running into her at the hospital only deepened his suspicions.
However, since Harper didn't want to talk about it, he didn't ask.
After entering the lobby, they parted ways, and Harper took the elevator upstairs.
In the VIP ward,
Francis sat in a wheelchair, staring out the window.
Ever since Abigail said Harper was coming over, he had been sitting there in his wheelchair.
The doctors wouldn't suggest he sit for too long.
Victor saw this and felt a pang of sympathy.
Francis didn't say it, but deep down, he must have wanted to see Harper as soon as possible.
Victor just watched him, and for some reason, Francis's previous calm face became increasingly cold.
Francis hadn't expected to see Harper and Keith walking into the hospital together after waiting by the window for so long.
They were so close, looking so intimate.
So, he guessed the reason he hadn't seen her since waking up was that she was with her boyfriend.
Instantly, Francis's face turned as white as a sheet.
His heart felt like it was being torn apart and then smashed to the ground!
He was in so much pain that he felt he couldn't breathe.
A few seconds later, he wheeled himself back to the bed, his expression visibly cold.
Victor was puzzled but didn't dare to ask.
Before long, the door to the ward opened, and Harper walked in.
Victor, feeling relieved, greeted Harper, and quickly left to leave them alone.
Harper stood still for a moment.
Francis's handsome face was sickly pale, and his usually rosy, sexy lips had lost their color.
He looked like a fragile piece of glass, beautiful but easily broken.
Instantly, her nose tingled, and tears quickly filled her eyes.
She had overestimated herself.
Seeing him so weak, she felt her heart ache, discomfort, and shortness of breath, as if it was out of habits.
She walked to the bedside and softly asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Her slightly choked voice revealed her emotions.
But Francis ignored her reactions.
A faint sneer appeared at the corner of his lips. "What do you care?"
Harper was at a loss for words. She felt that Francis seemed to be angry.
Why was he angry?
Harper couldn't figure it out and didn't intend to ask.
She opened the thermos she had brought and poured out a bowl of oatmeal porridge.
Oatmeal porridge was nutritious, and she had taken some time to make it, which delayed her arrival.
She brought it to Francis and said, "Have some."
But Francis's expression was indifferent. He neither said he would eat nor refused. He just continued flipping through the financial magazine in his hands.
Harper held the bowl for a while, her arms growing sore, but he showed no intention of taking it.
Feeling a bit awkward, she placed it on the bedside table.
The atmosphere in the room was mysteriously oppressive.
Harper didn't know why Francis was acting this way, so she remained silent and sat down to text Molly.
Seeing her softly texting, Francis felt even more stifled.
Since she didn't want to be here, she might as well not have come.
He pressed his lips together, trying hard to control his emotions, afraid that if he spoke, he would say something hurtful again.
After a while, Francis got up as if to get out of bed.
His wound was on his chest, and the movement inevitably pulled at it, making his face look a bit hurt.
Harper couldn't help but feel heartache and quickly stepped forward to support him.
Francis suddenly slapped her hands away.
He hit her so hard, as if he was disgusted by her touch.
Harper's hand turned red, and her eyes instantly reddened.
Ryan had called her a prostitute, a janitor, and Francis's mistress, but none of that hurt as much as this.
If he didn't want to see her so much, why didn't he make it clear to Abigail that he didn't want her to be here?
"Francis, if you don't want to see me, I'll leave. There's no need for this."
Tears welled up in Harper's eyes, as if they would fall any second.
Francis sneered and couldn't help but speak his mind.
'What, are you afraid of missing your date? If that's the case, then go!'
Harper was furious, her teeth trembling.
First, Ryan had insulted her, and now Francis was mocking her.
She felt truly pathetic!
She had come to be humiliated by them!
Tears slid down uncontrollably.
Harper wiped them away, turned around, and left without a word.
But just as she reached the door, she heard a loud crash.
Her steps halted, and she turned to see Francis lying on the ground, his face ashen.
Immediately, her expression turned anxious, and she quickly ran over.
He lay on the ground with his eyes closed, looking pained and pale.
Harper panicked, tears welling up in her freshly dried eyes.
"Francis, what's wrong?"
"Don't scare me. Can you get up?"
But he didn't respond, and the freshly changed bandage on his chest was seeping blood, looking horrifying.
Harper was so scared she forgot to call for a doctor.
Only then did she remember and shout, "Doctor!"
No one answered, and she belatedly pressed the call button by the bed. Just as she was about to stand up, a hand suddenly pulled her down.
Instantly, Harper's face turned pale!
She used all her strength to twist her body to avoid falling on Francis.
When she saw that it was Francis who had pulled her, she was both angry and annoyed. "Francis, are you crazy?"
His hand still gripped her wrist tightly, the smell of blood growing stronger and more pungent.
Harper was nearly frantic, struggling to free her wrist. "Let me go. Let me call a doctor."
But Francis seemed not to hear her. His eyes were deep, like a bottomless pool, ready to swallow her whole.
He said, "I don't want a doctor. I just want you."
The next moment, despite the blood soaking his chest, Francis reached out, grabbed the back of Harper's head, and kissed her hard on the lips.
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