Chapter 377 Remembering Everything!
Man, it was bone-chilling.
Harper felt like she’d been dunked in an ice bath, her whole body shaking as old memories hit her like a freight train.
"This is the divorce agreement. Quit making a scene. Chloe's really sick. Act like an adult. How can you be so heartless? Stop with these childish games."
Those words cut Harper deep, like daggers to the heart! Sweat beaded on her forehead as she curled up in agony.
Finally, through the haze of pain, she saw Francis holding another woman, frantically yelling for help.
She remembered herself saying,"Francis, save, save our child."
All those painful memories came crashing down on Harper like a tidal wave.
Chloe seized the moment, a long, thin needle glinting as it aimed straight for Harper's neck.
Francis's dark eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to react, Harper let out a gut-wrenching scream.
Francis's heart skipped a beat. In a split second, the needle was just a hair away from Harper's neck. Without thinking, he grabbed the syringe.
It felt like a mosquito bite as the needle jabbed into his palm. In no time, his body went numb, stiff, and weak.
Francis started seeing things. He shook his head hard, biting his tongue until he tasted blood, which snapped him back to reality for a moment.
Chloe got a hard kick from Francis, slamming into the door and passing out before she could even groan.
Harper's hands were ice-cold, her heart in pieces. Seeing her in so much pain, Francis felt like his own heart was being shredded, clueless on how to help her.
He just held her tight, his knuckles turning white from the effort, desperately trying to warm her up.
"Harper, Harper." Francis's eyes were bloodshot, wishing he could take all her pain, her suffering, and shield her from everything.
Right then, a bunch of people rushed in, including paramedics and cops.
After they carried Chloe out, the paramedics came over to put Harper on a stretcher.
But Francis held her tight, refusing to let go, like it was just the two of them in the world.
When the paramedics got closer, Francis suddenly roared, "Don't touch her!"
The paramedics flinched at Francis's intensity, hesitating to approach. One of them gently said, "Sir, please let us help."
"Get out!" Francis roared, veins popping on his forehead, his body trembling slightly.
His mind was a mess, sometimes clear, sometimes foggy.
What happened five years ago couldn't happen again! No one could hurt Harper, no one!
"Francis!" Jeffrey pushed through the crowd, grabbing Francis's shoulder tightly, his eyes serious. "Hand her over to the doctors."
Jeffrey's words slowly calmed Francis down.
His eyes were bloodshot. Francis choked out, "Save her."
The always strong and proud Francis, now had red eyes, tears streaming down his face. "Please, save her."
After the initial shock, Jeffrey patted Francis's shoulder, trying to comfort him, "Don't worry."
He noticed Harper didn't have any visible injuries. It was probably emotional shock. With timely treatment, she'd be okay.
But Francis's mental state was worrying.
Francis followed Harper onto the ambulance.
After everyone left the room, the cops sealed the scene for evidence and found two syringes on the ground.
Victor stayed behind to help with the investigation. After submitting the surveillance footage, he was shocked to see the syringes.
What the heck was in those syringes?
At the hospital.
Francis grilled the doctor who had just checked on Harper about her condition.
The doc said, "She's okay, but she had an old head injury that left some blood clots, which probably caused the reaction."
"What?" Francis's heart skipped a beat. "Her head was hit?"
"Yeah, it happened a few years back. The clots are small but in a risky spot, so no surgery."
Francis's face went pale instantly.
Those clots had been there for years. He doubted Harper had suffered in the Murphy family.
Jasper's obvious doting was clear to him.
And Harper's state also seemed like she had been living in a loving environment.
So the only possibility was the injury from the car accident five years ago when Harper fell into the river.
A sudden, intense pain in his chest made Francis feel like he couldn't breathe. He always shuddered to think about what happened after Harper fell into the river.
How desperate she must have been! And at that moment, he had driven past her.
Francis's head ached as if it were being hammered. He held his head, swaying unsteadily.
The next second, with a loud crash, Francis's tall, strong body collapsed to the ground!
"Mr. Getty!" Victor rushed over, urgently telling the doc, "Quick, save Mr. Getty. He was injected with something!"
Just moments ago, the police surveillance footage clearly showed that in the final moments, Francis had grabbed the needle aimed at Harper.
Harper slept for a whole day before waking up, her mind clearer than ever.
Francis's cruelty, Delaney's death, the lost child, everything, like a tragic movie, replayed in her mind, and she remembered everything!
Regaining her memory brought her more pain, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
Because of Francis, she had lost so much, yet after losing her memory, she got entangled with him again.
God really loved to toy with her!
At that moment, the door opened, and Vincent walked in.
Seeing Harper's eyes open, Vincent looked delighted, "Harper, you're awake?"
Harper responded with a hum, slowly sitting up.
"How do you feel?" Vincent asked.
"Okay. Vincent, does Jasper know I'm in the hospital?"
Vincent shook his head. "I haven't had a chance to inform him yet."
He had only received the news today and rushed over.
Seeing her asleep, he had someone prepare soup in case she woke up hungry.
"Can you keep this from Jasper for now?"
Harper requested, "I don't want him to worry."
Although she didn't know what Jasper was doing, judging by the fact that he barely used his phone, it must be dangerous.
She couldn't help Jasper solve their family struggles, but at least she could avoid being a burden.
Seeing that Harper was okay, Vincent nodded. "Alright, you can tell him yourself when he gets back."
Harper asked again, "How is everything at home?"
"I checked. Zoey and Agnes are fine, but Agnes misses you. Should I bring her to see you tomorrow?" Vincent asked.
Harper missed Agnes very much.
But if Agnes came to the hospital, she might run into Francis, so it was better not to.
"I should be able to go home to recuperate after another day of rest." She hadn't suffered any real harm, so after another day of observation, she should be able to go home.
Vincent thought so too. He brought over the food box, served Harper, and handed her utensils.
Harper felt very embarrassed and thanked Vincent.
After lunch, while Vincent was cleaning up the table, he suddenly saw a drawing on the bedside cabinet.
He picked up the paper and asked, "Harper, did you draw this?"
Harper saw that Vincent was holding a drawing she had made when she woke up and nodded.
"How do you know this pattern?" Vincent asked seriously, frowning.
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