Chapter 224 It Was Like a Joke for Him to be Such a Mess
Francis collapsed to the ground and tried several times to stand up but failed.
His legs felt useless, unable to muster any strength.
It was as if his heart had stopped working for him; his entire body was numb.
"Mr. Getty!" Victor came in with some men and followed Francis's gaze to see a dark figure and a large pool of spreading blood on the ground.
Even Victor, who had seen many gruesome scenes, was terrified!
Victor choked up as he spoke, "Mrs. Getty..."
Francis brushed off Victor's hand, which was trying to help him, and pointed at the dark figure. "Tell me who it is."
He wouldn't believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes.
Victor immediately stepped forward to check the dark figure.
However, the body was face down, severely injured from the fall. Apart from the body shape indicating it was a woman, her face was unrecognizable.
Victor squatted down to check for any jewelry or identifiable items but found nothing.
Whether this body was Harper or not, leaving it here was not good.
Victor ordered a man to cover the body with a large black cloth.
"Is it?" A cold, ice-pick-like question came from behind Francis.
Victor turned around and saw that Francis had walked over without him noticing.
He hesitated and reported, "Mr. Getty, I'm sorry. I can't tell."
Francis's tone was icy as he commanded, "Move aside!"
Victor sensed his intention to identify the body himself, but the sight was too gruesome. If it was Harper, it would be a lifelong nightmare for him.
He tried to stop him and piped up, "Mr. Getty, maybe we should wait for the coroner. We can't jump to anything."
He said it tactfully, but the truth was the body was too mangled to identify.
The brain matter and skull fragments were mixed in a grotesque and horrifying mess.
Francis seemed not to hear him, pushing Victor aside and slowly getting to his knees.
He appeared calm on the surface, but his trembling body betrayed his inner fear.
Victor couldn't bear to see scene and tried to stop him again as he said, "Mr. Getty."
Francis ignored him, his arm moving mechanically, reaching for the corner of the black cloth.
For a full five minutes, he stayed silent, not even breathing.
Then, Francis rested his arm on his knee, his wrist against his forehead, his entire body shaking violently.
"Mr. Getty."
Victor hurriedly tried to support him, but Francis stood up, his lips pale, and said, "It's not her."
His intense reaction was due to his relief, as if someone had handed him a lifeline after a trip through hell.
At this moment, a bodyguard shouted, "There's a man over here."
Everyone rushed over to find a man lying on the ground, lucky enough to have fallen onto an unrenovated patch of earth.
But his leg was unfortunately pierced by a sharp bamboo stick, looking quite serious.
At that moment, someone rushed over like a wind, lying beside the man on the ground, crying out, "Keith!"
Victor's eyes widened; it was Harper, alive.
Harper turned to Victor and asked, "Where's the men from the hospital?"
Victor was stunned, "Right outside!"
"Call them in!" Harper shouted.
Then she saw Francis's cold, handsome face behind Victor. She was about to say something when the man on the ground grabbed her finger. "Harper..."
Harper turned to the man and cried out, "Keith, how do you feel?"
Keith managed a smile, blood at the corner of his mouth, possibly from internal injuries.
"I'm okay. If something happens to me, can you take care of my parents?"
"No way!" Harper said firmly, tears streaming down her face. "Keith, you'll be fine."
Harper's mind was still in a daze. She had given up struggling, and Amelia's knife had cut her skin.
At the critical moment, Keith suddenly appeared.
He tackled Amelia, and they both fell off the building.
Harper saw the blood on the ground and thought Keith was dead, nearly collapsing.
It took her a while to climb down.
Seeing Keith still conscious, Harper felt a wave of relief.
Thank goodness Keith wasn't dead. If something happened to him because of her, she would never be off with herself!
After the relief came lingering fear.
Just a slip, and the disfigured woman on the ground would have been her!
Francis watched Harper crying her heart out on the ground, feeling his stomach sink further.
Since she went missing, he had been uptight all the time.
When he thought the woman on the ground was her, his heart had felt like it was being torn apart by an invisible hand, still aching now.
Seeing her safe and sound, he felt elated, as he wanted to merge her into his body.
But what about her?
All she saw was Keith.
From beginning to end, she hadn't given him a glance.
At this moment, Francis felt as if another knife had stabbed into his heart.
He stood there like a wood, as it was like a joke for him to be such a mess.
The joy on his handsome face from seeing her alive faded away completely.
In just a few minutes, his expression turned extremely cold, as if wrapped in a hard, icy shell, making the air frigid.
At this moment, the sound of police sirens and ambulances came from outside, and medical personnel brought in a stretcher to take Keith away.
Another stretcher was prepared for Francis.
Harper then noticed the severe knife wound on Francis's leg, which had not been treated in time and had worsened due to his frantic running.
Because he was wearing black pants and it was dim inside, it wasn't obvious.
But when the emergency lights came on, it was clear that his black fabric had merged with the blood, turning a deep brown.
How much blood must it take to soak a pair of black pants to crimson?
Instantly, Harper's face turned pale, her heart aching and sour.
This was completely different from her worry that Keith might die saving her.
For Keith, it was pure guilt and self-blame.
For Francis, her heart had melted into a warm stream the moment he unhesitatingly stabbed himself for her.
He had risked his life to save her twice; any hatred she had for him should have dissipated.
Moreover, when she thought she was going to die, the only person she wanted to say goodbye to was Francis.
At least she could see him one last time before she died, and she would have no regrets.
But now, neither of them was dead, both alive with hope.
Harper's nose tingled with emotion. She stepped forward to support him, but as soon as her fingers touched him, he coldly brushed her off.
He didn't even want to hear her explanation, turning away without a backward glance.
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