Chapter 225 Is This Really How You Feel?
The medics told Francis to get on the stretcher, but he refused. Dragging his badly injured leg, he pushed through the pain, determined to etch this agony into his bones.
He needed to remember never to be a fool for that woman who didn't care about him!
Harper watched his cold, ruthless back, feeling a tightness in her chest.
Victor, indignant for Francis, said, "Mrs. Getty, Mr. Getty thought it was you lying there. He could barely stand."
Harper's eyes, which she had been holding back, instantly turned red.
He was furious.
He didn't even give her a chance to explain.
"Victor, if anything happens to him in the hospital, could you please let me know?"
Victor, usually a stickler for rules, couldn't hold back. "Mr. Getty is really worried about you. Once things settle here, it would be better for you to see him in person than for me to relay messages."
With that, he hurriedly caught up and instructed the bodyguards to leave.
Harper received some basic treatment for her injuries in the ambulance and then went to the station to give a statement.
Amelia's crime of kidnapping her was clear, so Harper soon left the station.
She looked at her blood-stained clothes and decided to go home and change before heading to the hospital to see Francis and Keith.
When she arrived at the hospital, she called Victor but couldn't get through.
After asking around, she learned that Francis had been taken to a VIP room upstairs, had been treated, and was stable for now.
Harper finally felt relieved.
At that moment, Victor called back, and Harper hurriedly answered.
Victor informed her that it wasn't the right time for her to visit.
There was a faint noise in the background, and Harper thought she heard Francis's parents.
She bit her lip and said, "Okay."
If Francis's parents were there, it wouldn't be convenient for her to show up.
She turned to visit Keith on the second floor.
Keith had just undergone surgery and was still in a coma. His parents were abroad and wouldn't arrive soon, so a nurse was caring for him.
Since Keith was injured because of her, Harper felt responsible for taking care of him.
She took a few days off work, handed over her tasks to a colleague, and stayed at the hospital until Keith's parents arrived.
When the doctor came to check on him, he asked, "Are you a family member of the patient?"
"I'm his friend. His parents are on a plane and won't be here until tomorrow."
Harper then asked the doctor, "How is he?"
"Fortunately, it wasn't a high fall, and he landed in a dirt pit. He's not in danger, but the stick that pierced his leg had mold on it. We'll need to monitor his progress. We'll discuss further when his family arrives."
With that, the doctor left.
Harper felt something was off. Keith didn't seem to be in good condition.
She couldn't understand how Keith ended up there and how he happened to save her.
But many questions could only be answered when he woke up.
Harper took turns with the nurse, staying with Keith all night.
Before dawn, when the nurse woke up to take over, Harper hurried back home. She remembered the oatmeal she had made last time that Francis liked. She decided to make some to bring to him.
By the time she finished, it was almost daylight.
Harper rushed to the hospital, hoping to see Francis before it got too bright.
She had asked Victor, and he told her that it was just him and the nurse in the room.
At the door, Victor saw her coming and opened it for her.
Even though Francis hadn't said he wanted to see Harper, Victor, as his long-time assistant, had learned to read his expressions.
Every time someone visited, Francis's eyes would go from bright to dim, showing that the person he was expecting hadn't come.
Hearing the door open, Francis, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.
Harper stepped inside. His eyes turned cold and indifferent.
His expression clearly showed he didn't want to see her.
For a moment, Harper felt a deep bitterness inside.
She pressed her lips together, standing still.
After a long silence, she carried the thermos and walked in with her head down, asking, "Francis, are you feeling any better?"
Francis's eyelids lifted slightly, his handsome face showing a trace of irritation. "Who let you in?"
His tone and expression told Harper he meant what he said.
Instantly, Harper's face turned pale, and she felt an urge to turn and leave, but she remained still.
She clenched her fists, still trying to explain, "Yesterday, I didn't ignore you. I just saw Keith fall right in front of me. I was very worried about him and panicked. I was just scared..."
If Keith had died saving her, just the thought of it made Harper's legs weak. Naturally, she would first attend to the more severely injured person.
Her conscience and instincts wouldn't allow her to focus on Francis first. As it turned out, Keith's injuries were more severe, and he still hadn't woken up.
She said, "You hurt yourself to save me, and I am truly touched."
Francis couldn't listen anymore.
Was it what he wanted?
Because he was suspicious of Keith's appearance, he had gone downstairs in a wheelchair to Keith's room last night to look for clues.
As a result, he had seen Harper leaning over Keith's bed, taking care of him all night.
If she really cared about him, she should have come to see him at night, too.
From beginning to end, she had ignored him.
She couldn't see his genuine feelings for her at all.
The frustration that had built up all night made Francis's expression dark and cold.
He looked down, and, to refuse her explanation, said impatiently, "Are you done?"
Harper's lips parted slightly, but the cold and unfamiliar look on his face choked her.
At this moment, she felt extremely wronged.
Francis's gaze returned to the magazine in his hand, his tone cold and indifferent as he said gruffly, "If you're done, leave."
This sentence made Harper feel like her heart was being hammered, causing a dull pain.
She held her breath to hold it back, fearing that she would cry.
She took a long time to calm down.
She stared at Francis's handsome face, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "Is this really how you feel?"
Was it true that he wanted her to leave and never come back?
Francis didn't answer, but his fingers gripping the magazine turned unnaturally pale as if he was trying hard to control something.
His silence made Harper's heart sink bit by bit.
She placed the thermos on the table, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears as she looked at him.
Just when Francis thought she was about to leave, Harper suddenly leaned in, pressing her hands on his arms, and her lips quickly covered his.
She didn't know many techniques, just gently sucking on his lips.
Then, she softly asked him, "Now, is this still how you feel?"
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