Chapter 204 Who Said You Can Leave?
The folks on the yacht first pulled Molly out of the water.
Then they rushed back to get Robert, who was covered in blood.
Molly was in shock; everything had happened so fast she couldn't process it.
All she remembered was Robert pushing her.
Dazed and confused, Molly followed the yacht to shore. The bodyguards loaded Robert onto a stretcher and then into an ambulance, and they did the same for Molly.
She'd been in the river too long, her body freezing and weak.
Quinn was freaking out.
Seeing Molly safe and then thinking of the bloody Robert, she wanted to slap her.
"If something happens to Robert, I won't let you off, you bitch!"
Molly lay there, gripping Quinn's wrist, her face icy cold. "Quinn, who fired that shot just now? Was it you..."
Molly stared at her intently. "Do you want me dead?"
Quinn's expression turned panicked. "Nonsense! I was trying to drive away that fish for Robert. If something happens to Robert, you're dead!"
Molly sneered, "If something happens to him, it would be worth it even if I die."
That way, they'd be even.
Quinn, unable to break free from Molly's grip, stomped her feet in anger. "How dare you curse Robert! When he wakes up, he'll definitely kill you!"
Molly let go of Quinn and sneered, "Quinn, I hope Robert protects you for the rest of your life!"
"What do you mean?" Quinn was stunned.
Molly, lying on the stretcher, exhausted, closed her eyes. "What do I mean?"
After Robert got what he deserved, she wished Quinn would be next to learn the taste of karma!
The ambulance doors closed.
The unfamiliar paramedics inside made Molly feel at ease, and she fell into a deep sleep.
After that accident, Rhodes brought Noah to see Harper, expressing Noah's desire for her to continue being his tutor.
Harper initially disagreed, but she was moved by what Noah said.
He said, "Ms. Sackler, I want to be a useful man."
When Noah said this, his eyes were exceptionally sincere.
So Harper decided to give him another chance.
She tutored Noah on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.
The rest of the time, she stayed at the hospital with Francis.
Francis, being in good physical condition, no longer needed a wheelchair and could walk on his own after a few days of rest.
Francis didn't want her to run back and forth, fearing for her safety, so she stayed at the hospital at night.
They slept under separate blankets, and Francis had never made any inappropriate moves, which made Harper let her guard down.
At noon, Harper was preparing lessons in the hospital room as usual. After staring at the computer for a long time, she got up to stretch and saw that Francis was still working, so she made him a cup of nutritional drink.
He reached out to take it, took a sip, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes. "Thank you."
His gaze lightly swept over her lips, and without doing anything, it made Harper's lips feel itchy.
His eyes were just too intense, too deep. One look from him, and she was hooked.
Harper's cheeks flushed.
Lately, their interactions felt like old times.
They seemed more like a couple than ever.
"If you're tired, take a break. Don't push yourself," she said casually.
Francis put down the cup, grabbed her wrist, and with a gentle tug, pulled her onto his lap.
"What are you doing?" Harper tried to get up but felt his weight on her shoulder.
His handsome face was close, his arms wrapped around her, and he nuzzled her neck.
His breath on her neck made her hair stand on end.
Sensing the danger, she trembled.
Francis noticed and tightened his grip. His deep, magnetic voice came from her neck, close to her skin.
"Are you scared?" he asked.
Harper bit her lip. She was more afraid of herself getting used to his touch again.
"I won't do anything; don't be afraid," Francis said.
He knew she was like a hedgehog now; a slight touch would make her curl up.
If he wanted things to get better, he had to be patient.
But he was growing impatient.
Especially at night, watching her sleep peacefully but unable to be close to her felt like ants crawling in his heart.
He really wanted to devour her.
Francis felt all his patience had been used up in these few days in the hospital room.
After a while, he let go and said, "If you hug me, it will relax me."
Harper, unable to bear his gaze, looked away uncomfortably. "Call me if you need anything."
Francis sensed her insincerity, noting that despite her words suggesting openness, her expression revealed a lack of genuine interest in further interaction.
He offered a wistful smile and shook his head in resignation.
Abruptly, the door burst open. Ryan stormed in, his fury palpable. "Are you out of your mind? How dare you!"
Spotting Harper next to the hospital bed, his eyes narrowed with a sinister glare. "What are you doing here? Get out now!"
Then he turned to Francis. "What's wrong with your men? How could they let her in!"
The contempt and disdain in Ryan's eyes were almost overflowing.
Harper, always well-mannered and polite, had rarely been so despised like this, let alone when this man was Francis's father.
The insults from a few days ago were still fresh in her memory.
Her face turned pale, and she felt an indescribable pain, so strong she wanted to escape immediately.
Just as she moved, there was a sharp sound.
The cup shattered against the wall next to Ryan's face, breaking into countless pieces.
Francis's eyes were ice-cold as he stared at Ryan.
Then he got out of bed, his tall figure looming over Harper, and said coldly, "Who said you can leave?"
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