Chapter 223 It Seemed This Time Was the End For Her
Francis showed no mercy to himself, the blade almost buried to the hilt.
Instantly, his handsome face was covered in fine beads of sweat. He gritted his teeth against the pain and pulled out the knife.
Harper, with her mouth covered, let out a heart-wrenching scream.
She couldn't speak, only able to express her emotions with cries, shaking her head at the video.
Her sorrowful tears kept streaming down.
She thought, 'No! Francis, don't believe her! Amelia won't let you go!'
Unfortunately, these silent screams couldn't reach Francis.
She had already figured out Amelia's intention; she wanted Francis to lose his strength so she could kill them both.
In any case, she would never really let them go.
At this moment, Harper felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
When did she start caring more and more about Francis?
Countless times, she had warned herself not to fall so easily.
But at this moment, she knew the thick ice in her heart had once again melted into a warm river for Francis.
Amelia laughed at the screen, her laughter more painful than crying, and said sarcastically, "Francis, you did a great job!"
This stab was both satisfying and relieving for Amelia.
She urged, "You promised two, remember?"
Francis's defined knuckles gripped the knife handle tightly, stabbing it into his thigh again without hesitation, then pulling it out and throwing it to the ground.
"Is that enough?" Francis said coldly.
"Yes, you come in alone through the reeds. If I see anyone else, I'll immediately...."
Amelia pressed the knife against Harper's neck, making a slashing motion.
Instantly, the sharp blade cut Harper's delicate skin, leaving a blood mark on her neck.
"Okay! Don't touch her!"
Francis's face changed dramatically, and he roared.
The always composed Francis seemed to lose his composure in an instant.
The video cut off.
Amelia looked at the tearful Harper, a cold smile forming on her lips, "What? Are you moved?"
Harper glared at her, unable to speak.
Amelia pulled the cloth from her mouth, her eyes chilling. "Later, I'll tell him to die for you, okay? Let me tell you, men can't stand tests. If I really wanted his life, he might not sacrifice it."
"Amelia, you're really crazy!" Harper shouted, "I'm not as twisted as you. I don't need him to die for me!"
Francis carried a large company on his shoulders with many people's jobs, and an entire extended family counting on him.
The fact that he had come this far already moved her deeply; she didn't need him to prove anything with his life!
So she couldn't let Francis take any more risks for her.
Harper had an idea in her mind and deliberately provoked Amelia, "Amelia, you're really pathetic. There's no one in this world you love and no one who loves you."
Amelia gritted her teeth, her eyes fierce. "Isn't it all because of you? If it weren't for you, I'd still live a happy life as a socialite!"
Even at this moment, Amelia had no intention of repenting, stubbornly believing that her downfall was everyone else's fault.
Harper hit the nail on the head as she said, "Amelia, no one ever forced you, no one ever persecuted you. It was all you, harming others for your selfish interest. Today, you brought this upon yourself!"
Amelia hadn't expected Harper to dare to lecture her at this moment.
"Bitch! Shut up!"
She was furious, flailing the knife.
Harper rolled on the ground, dodging the sharp blade, and took the opportunity to move her bound hands to the front.
When Amelia, agitated, swung the knife again, Harper seized the moment, thrusting her hands forward.
Amelia's knife cut through the ropes on Harper's hands.
But it also cut Harper's forearm.
Blood gushed out.
Harper, enduring the pain, lunged to grab the knife.
Amelia, having been abused for a long time, was physically weak and not as strong as Harper.
She had planned to continue torturing Francis when he arrived until he was utterly powerless, and then kill Harper with one stroke to make him suffer.
Finally, she would kill them both.
But she hadn't expected Harper to counterattack first.
Amelia's only advantage now was the knife in her hands. She was flailing desperately, trying to slash Harper's face.
Harper couldn't fend her off and had to retreat, looking for a way.
Though her hands were free, her injured forearm greatly reduced her mobility.
Amelia stood up, laughing maniacally, her face twisted and ugly.
"You bitch, I was going to take my time to torture you before end your life. I guess you can't wait, so be it!"
She charged with the knife, flailing.
Harper didn't fight her head-on, backed out, and dodged.
Now that she had escaped control, she just needed to wait for Francis. Without the threat, they could be able to handle Amelia together.
However, she underestimated Amelia's madness. Amelia pulled out a few white pills from her pocket and swallowed them.
These were the pills the old fisherman used to boost his energy, made from deep-sea fish oil. Every time he took two, he became incredibly strong.
The last time, Amelia had mixed over a dozen pills, sending him to hell.
Now, taking a few wouldn't kill her, but it would give her immense strength.
She charged at Harper, cursing viciously, "Bitch."
Harper was knocked to the ground.
The sharp blade was only a hand's width away from her eyes.
Harper gripped it tightly to prevent it from coming down.
But now Amelia was incredibly strong, and Harper was gradually losing strength.
She kneed Amelia in the abdomen, and they rolled to the edge of the unfinished platform.
Amelia's knife shifted, pressing against Harper's neck, even closer this time!
It was only an inch away.
Gradually, Harper began to lose her grip, her strength waning, the blade inch closer.
Downstairs, a thunderous shout came. "Harper!"
Harper looked up; it was Francis, with scattered money on the ground.
He looked at her, his handsome face filled with grief and pain, illuminated clearly by the moonlight.
Harper's eyes reddened, tears falling from her face to the ground below.
She bit her lip until it bled, saying forcefully, "Francis, this is the end!"
It seemed this time was the end for her!
As soon as Amelia lost her strength, the knife would plunge deep into her neck, and she would fall from the building.
She had almost no chance of survival.
Francis, like a madman, ignored the wound on his leg, blood gushing, and desperately rushed upstairs.
Extreme fear spread through his entire body.
He had to press his fingers into his wound to keep his strength up.
"No, Harper, don't give up. No!"
His usually cold eyes were now misty, blurring his vision.
As he reached the second floor, he saw a shadow fall from above.
A loud crash.
Francis turned sharply, seeing a pool of bright red.
He felt all his strength drain away, collapsing to the ground!
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