Chapter 260 The Mad Francis
Molly was not an innocent eighteen-year-old girl who would think Robert was hinting at something.
A confession from a beast would only make her feel disgusted.
Before Robert could speak, Quinn came over.
Robert got out of the car, and the two of them said something in front of the car door. Quinn even cried in anger, glaring venomously at the car window.
Molly heard something about an apology; it seemed Quinn wanted Molly to apologize to her.
Robert knew Molly would never apologize, so he dismissed Quinn's idea.
In the end, Robert coaxed her into the car with a bit of helplessness.
When the police arrived, Molly explained that she had a fight with her boyfriend and did it on purpose.
After questioning her and checking the villa, they found nothing suspicious and left after giving Molly a warning.
After all that, Molly left in Zack's car.
As the two cars passed each other, Robert gave Molly a meaningful look.
Molly felt nothing but a tingling scalp; she had no idea what Robert was up to.
If it weren't for the fact that the expert Robert mentioned was indeed a good cardiologist, she wouldn't want to stay for even a minute.
She took out her phone and sent a message: [I can leave in about ten days. Have you made arrangements on your end?]
The reply came: [Everything is ready.]
Molly felt relieved and deleted the message.
No matter what twisted game Robert wanted to play, she refused to be a part of it. She would take Harrison and Leah and leave Northfield.
Harper was locked up at home by Francis.
It had been five days, and Francis had yet to show up.
The maid in the villa hadn't changed; it was still the same one. However, she only came over during meals and was instructed to avoid unnecessary conversation with Harper.
Once, Harper tried to borrow her phone, but the maid wasn't even allowed to bring her phone when she came to cook.
Harper's hope was completely dashed.
She spent her days eating, sleeping, and watching TV, and her health was actually improving.
Being locked up for so long, Harper had started to study which window she could escape from.
Unfortunately, the villa was designed very meticulously, and her idea was once again thwarted.
Finally, on the fifth night, things changed.
When Harper heard the door open, she felt a bit excited, but then she suppressed it, thinking she must have gone crazy from being locked up.
Francis came in, his face as indifferent as ever, showing no emotion.
Harper wanted to speak but didn't know where to start.
Fortunately, he just glanced at her, then unbuttoned his tie with his fingers and went to take a shower.
The splashes in the bathroom were like a horror prelude to Harper.
It reminded Harper of that crazy night, although later, in her pleas, Francis had gone easier on her.
But it lasted too long, and she couldn't take a second turn.
Harper didn't know what had triggered Francis's madness, but that night's frenzy was very unusual.
Tonight, she wanted to have a calm conversation with him.
Francis finished his shower and came out in dark blue loungewear, his half-dry hair making his handsome face look less severe and more attractive in a different way.
Harper wanted to please him and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Yes."
"Do you feel like a drink?" Harper was determined to do something to break the awkwardness first.
Francis's dark eyes stared at her for a second, and then, he nodded.
Harper poured a cup of water, and Francis was already leaning on the bed while reading a magazine.
She was a bit scared as she handed the cup to Francis. She wanted to step back, but Francis grabbed her wrist.
He placed the cup on the bedside table, and with a slight force, Harper was lifted off the ground and sat on his lap.
More precisely, she was sitting on his lap facing him, in a very embarrassing position.
"Ah!" Harper exclaimed, frightened, and wanted to get off the bed, but Francis held one of her ankles.
His warm fingers rubbed the protruding bone of her ankle, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Didn't you have something to say?"
Harper didn't dare to anger him and endured the tickling sensation, saying, "I've missed many classes. Can I go back to school tomorrow?"
"I've resigned for you," Francis replied quickly.
Harper's eyes widened in disbelief at what she heard, and she asked woodenly, "What?"
Francis said, "I've talked to your boss. Aren't you happy you don't have to work?"
Harper cursed in her heart, trying to have a good talk at first, but she couldn't hold back in the end.
"Francis, what makes you resign for me? That's my job. I never said I wanted to quit. What makes you decide everything for me!"
What an overbearing and arrogant man!
"Why?" He pinched her chin with his other hand and chuckled, "Because I'm your man."
That smile was cold and terrifying.
Harper shivered involuntarily.
Afraid of making him unhappy and suffering all night like before, she said softly, "Francis, I'm telling the truth. There's really nothing between Keith and me. Can you stop making things up?"
"Make things up?" Francis repeated, his tone ambiguous.
Harper nodded and explained desperately, "There's really nothing between Keith and me. You're overthinking it."
Harper looked at Francis nervously and was afraid he would be unhappy.
Francis's eyes were sharp, and he coldly said, "You work at Keith's company, and I'm overthinking it?"
Harper didn't understand. What did he mean by her working at Keith's company? She had never heard that her company had any connection with Keith.
Francis opened a document on his phone and handed it to Harper.
Harper found out that Keith had acquired the education service company the day after she joined.
The current boss was just a figurehead.
She explained in a panic, "I didn't know. I really didn't know anything about this."
Francis's eyes were cold. He clearly did not believe her.
Harper was extremely anxious; she didn't want to be grounded anymore.
"It's true that he threatened me. If you don't believe me, let me confront him!"
"Confront?" Francis sneered, "What can you confront with a living dead?"
"What?" Harper looked at him in disbelief, "Keith, he..."
"He's become a vegetable," Francis replied.
Harper felt her head explode.
She had thought Keith would, at most, be left with some disabilities, but she had never expected him to become a vegetable.
Harper's shock looked more like heartbreak in Francis's eyes, which was particularly glaring.
Francis's dark eyes narrowed heavily, and he questioned, "Heartbroken?"
Harper was stunned by his question and shook her head. "No, I just can't accept it."
After all, they had known each other for a long time. It was impossible to have no emotions at all. She wasn't that cold-blooded.
Moreover, although Keith was bad, he hadn't actually harmed her.
In the end, he had even protected her with his life.
Harper's distraction made Francis's displeasure pile up bit by bit.
Francis hadn't come back for five days because he was afraid he would lose control and hurt her again.
He had also tried to convince himself not to care, but the truth was more and more infuriating.
Francis's eyes darkened, and he suddenly pushed her onto the bed, his hands reaching under her clothes. His intentions were clear.
Harper was terrified and explained in a trembling voice, "Francis, I didn't know about the job, and he did threaten me. What do I have to do to make you believe me?"
Francis's eyes were deep as a pond of cool spring. "Then explain why Keith left all his assets to you?"
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