Chapter 376 The Whole Truth!
A pair of black leather shoes popped up in front of a freaked-out Chloe.
Chloe's eyes traveled up those long legs and landed on Francis's icy, handsome mug.
"Francis." Chloe tried to switch up her murderous tone, her rough voice attempting to mimic her old seductive one. Little did she know, it sounded worse than a dying duck's quack.
"Finally, you're here." Chloe gazed at Francis, the guy she'd been crushing on for years, her eyes all dreamy. "Francis, you're here to take me back, right?"
"Francis," she started, but before she could finish, there was a sudden thud.
Chloe's body flew off the ground and smashed hard against the wall. The impact felt like it shattered her insides, and she coughed up a big mouthful of black blood.
Francis looked down at her, his eyes cold as death, and said icily, "This kick is for my unborn kid!"
Thinking of that child made his heart ache like crazy. His precious baby, who hadn't even had a chance to see the world, was killed by Chloe.
Francis hated himself for being so blind, and even more for showing her mercy out of gratitude. He'd never hated himself this much.
Chloe laughed like a maniac, blood continuously spurting from her mouth.
Her body slumped like a pile of mud, twisted in a weird posture as she leaned against the wall.
She laughed and said, "Francis, are you mad? Mad that I killed your beloved woman, huh?"
Chloe grabbed the bloody, mutilated woman next to her, yanked her hair, and made her face Francis, sneering, "Look, look at how miserable the woman you love is! I stabbed her over a hundred times, her guts are spilling out, how painful it must have been!"
Francis stood still, his cold eyes locked on Chloe.
Chloe's face was twisted with madness, and she spat out viciously, "That bitch! She deserved to die! If I, Chloe, can't have you, no one else can!"
Francis's handsome face stayed indifferent and pale, his emotions barely changing. The gruesome corpse seemed to have no effect on him.
Chloe couldn't believe it! Francis was definitely hanging tough!
Chloe suddenly gave a sinister smile and said, "Francis, wanna see what your beloved woman's organs look like?"
She let go of the hair and reached for the woman's stomach, intending to pull out some of the internal organs to show him.
She didn't believe he wouldn't feel pain! But the corpse's head suddenly fell off, rolled several times, and ended up at Francis's feet.
"Her head..." Chloe started laughing uncontrollably again.
Chloe thought to herself, 'What could be more haunting than the head of a loved one falling at your feet, a pain that no effort can ever erase? Francis should taste it, too.'
Chloe laughed and laughed, but suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks.
She saw Francis's eyes stay cold as he kicked the head back, and it rolled right to Chloe's feet.
How could this be?
Chloe shuddered, unable to believe her eyes.
Did Francis not love Harper anymore?
"Take a good look." Francis's tone was indifferent, his dark eyes empty. The vibe he gave off was like a demon from the depths of hell. It felt like nothing but death.
Chloe panicked, wiped the blood from her eyelashes, and looked closely. What she had stabbed wasn't Harper at all!
To be precise, what she had stabbed wasn't even human; it was a realistic prop used by film companies. The blood was fake, not real human blood. So where was the real Harper?
Chloe thought carefully, terrified, yanked her head up, and heard a creak.
Harper walked over from the next room, clean and unscathed, a stark contrast to the bloodied prop on the floor.
"You!" Chloe's face turned as white as a sheet.
She recalled that during the stabbing, this "person" hadn't made a sound.
And because of her illness, her vision and sense of smell had deteriorated. Coupled with the blood covering her eyes, she hadn't realized she had been tricked.
"Bitch!" Chloe, enraged, lunged at Harper, her eyes filled with endless hatred. "I'll kill you,"
Francis saw the danger and was about to step in but was stopped by Harper.
Her gaze at Chloe was filled with cold hatred! She actually didn't remember anything. She was told the outcome, no clue about the process.
Just as she was about to leave the lounge, Jeffrey caught up with her and handed her the phone.
It turned out Francis couldn't reach her, so he called Jeffrey's phone, telling her that Chloe wasn't dead and might come back.
Francis told Jeffrey to protect Harper and stay safe until he arrived.
But Harper didn't want to always be the weak one needing protection.
The fact that Chloe survived all that and still came back like a haunting ghost showed her hatred for Harper was unending! Harper was out in the open, while the enemy was in the shadows. Hiding was the worst strategy; it was better to turn the situation to their advantage.
Moreover, Jasper once told her that besides Amelia, Chloe was also involved in the deaths of Delaney, who raised her, and her unborn child. Chloe was just too cunning, and Jasper couldn't find evidence for either incident. So Jeffrey had everything set up behind the scenes, including surveillance.
When Harper saw that janitor bump into her inexplicably, she already sensed something was off. Later in the changing room, she used her wits to respond to Chloe, leading her to spill the truth.
In the end, Chloe was too cocky.
Francis understood her intention and stopped his actions but stayed on high alert for her safety.
Chloe lunged forward like a madwoman, but as soon as she got close, Harper delivered a heavy kick to her face.
Chloe let out a miserable squeal, her frail body was kicked away again, her head hitting the wall hard. The back of her head was covered in blood, staining the wall.
The excruciating pain made Chloe's scarred face even more hideous and terrifying. She slumped to the ground, her face gaunt and hollow, as if it would shatter at any moment.
Chloe cried out in a daze, "Help me..."
Chloe's internal organs were bleeding, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a lot of blackish-brown blood gushed out.
Her body had been slowly poisoned, and anyone with a bit of medical knowledge could tell from the color of the blood that she didn't have long to live.
Francis felt disgusted just looking at her.
He asked Harper, "How do you want to handle this?"
Harper looked at Chloe's still hateful eyes and said coldly, "She said she'd rather die than go to prison, so let's send her to prison. Let her spend the rest of her life rotting in jail to atone for her sins!"
Even without memories of the past, when Harper thought of the innocent child and Delaney, she couldn't be merciful to Chloe.
Harper wished Chloe could be cut into pieces.
But if Chloe died now, it would be a relief for her frail, sickly body.
There was no way for Chloe to die such an easy death. Harper wanted her to die slowly in daily agony. Only then would she regret her evil deeds, yet powerless to change anything. What could be more despairing than a life of hopeless pain?
Twice of incitement to murder and the lives she took in that car, all of this would keep Chloe in prison until she died even if she could live for two hundred years.
Francis gave Chloe, who was now unrecognizable, a cold glance and said in a deep voice, "As you wish, give her a merciful end."
Francis's tone was as cold as a demon from hell.
Chloe couldn't stop trembling.
From Francis's tone, she could tell he had already thought of a hundred cruel ways to deal with her!
Indeed, she had experienced Francis's cold-bloodedness before.
That stint in the asylum nearly drove her insane! But even so, she still didn't want to go to prison. Going there would mean the end of her life.
No! Absolutely not. She'd rather die than go to prison.
"You bitch! You should have had your baby beaten out of you alive!" Chloe guffawed, each word dripping with venom, "That little bastard deserved to die!"
It was like a bolt from the blue! Harper felt a sense of déjà vu, her body breaking out in goosebumps.
Some memories piled up, like a mudslide, flooding her mind.
It seemed like in the hospital, Chloe had said the same thing: The little bastard deserved to die, with the exact same tone.
Harper tried to recall more memories, but suddenly, it felt like a drill was boring into her brain, buzzing incessantly.
Harper had to raise her hands to press her temple. It hurt so much, the excruciating pain made her legs go weak.
"Harper!" Francis's handsome face turned pale and he caught her soft body, calling out in a panic.
Francis handled her carefully, like a precious treasure, asking, "Are you okay?"
Harper's face was very pale, the pain in her head making it hard for her to speak. "It hurts. It hurts so much."
She clung tightly to Francis's arm, the intense pain making her feel helpless. Harper, who never easily showed weakness, was crying out in pain.
Francis's eyes reddened as he felt like his heart was breaking, wishing he could take the pain for her.
The undisguised pain in Francis's eyes stung Chloe. He had never shown her such emotion.
His apparent kindness was only financial and material compensation. Such genuine emotion, he had only ever shown to Harper.
The resentment made Chloe lose her mind. Her eyes filled with madness, she groped around and jabbed a needle into her thigh.
The stimulating drug made her forget the pain, giving her immense strength.
Then, she pulled out a transparent syringe from her pants and lunged forward. "Bitch, die!"
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