Chapter 391 Give Me One Last Chance
It was those little, unplanned expressions that gave Francis a tiny spark of hope again.
He lost it and yanked her into his arms. "Harper, these five years without you? Pure hell. I regret everything."
Harper was stuck in Francis's grip, couldn't see his face.
But she could feel the deep regret and humility in his voice.
Once upon a time, she was the one groveling, and now, the tables had turned.
But Harper wasn't happy, just sad.
Turned out, when her heart was truly dead, no words could bring it back to life.
She felt her frozen emotions, just like he had felt towards her before.
Francis's eyes were wet, and he begged softly, "Harper, give me one last shot. Let's be a family again, okay?"
Harper let him hold her, no struggle, no fight. She didn't even flinch. She was like a cold statue, no warmth at all.
Francis felt that chill and held her tighter, trying to warm her up with his body.
But he didn't get it—it wasn't her body that was cold, it was her heart. A heart that, after being treated like crap, couldn't be warmed up again.
Francis whispered, "Harper, I swear I won't let you down again."
A wave of bitterness hit Harper's throat.
She quickly dug her nails into her palm to stop the tears.
She remembered he had once promised she'd be his number one.
And then? She stupidly believed it, only to be dumped when Delaney was critically ill.
When danger came, Harper desperately wanted Francis to save her and their kid, but it was all just a dream.
She was never his priority, never.
Harper's eyes reddened, and she shoved him away, saying each word slowly, "Francis, I will never believe your promises again!"
Her eyes were distant and cold, staring at him, "I just want a quiet, peaceful life. I hope that after you walk out that door, you leave us alone."
After she finished, Francis stood there, frozen.
Harper wanted him to give up. She said coldly, "And about retracting the news, I won't thank you, and please don't take it upon yourself to help me again."
Harper turned around, her back to him, and said coldly, "Francis, I don't need you. Really. I don't need you."
She quickly walked out of the room, her heart like a frozen lake, without a ripple.
Her heart no longer beat for Francis.
Francis stood there, his eyes empty.
A sharp pain hit his chest, so hard he couldn't stand.
He clutched his chest and leaned against the wall, trying to hold back the pain.
Finally, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Harper finished packing and didn't see Francis come down, frowning.
Hadn't she said enough to make him give up?
What part didn't he get?
At that moment, Zoey suddenly screamed, "Ms. Murphy. Oh, no. Mr. Getty has fainted."
Agnes, who was holding a toy and looking for Francis, started crying when she heard this.
"Daddy," Agnes cried non-stop.
Harper picked her up, her heart racing, her mind blank.
When did Francis become so fragile?
She ran towards the stairs but stopped at the staircase, handing Agnes to Zoey.
Then, trembling, she instructed, "Get Wade to help. Take Agnes to the room."
Agnes was crying and fussing, refusing to go to her room. "I want to see Daddy. Daddy..."
Harper comforted her, "Agnes, be good, and Daddy will be fine."
In her urgency, Harper didn't notice she had changed the way she addressed Francis.
Agnes's big, round eyes were filled with tears, and she sobbed, "Mommy, I'll be good. Please save Daddy, okay?"
Harper said, "Yes, Daddy will be fine."
Zoey carried Agnes into the room.
Harper's hands and feet were shaking, and she barely made it upstairs.
She saw Francis lying on the ground, his handsome face pale, his thin lips stained with fresh blood, motionless.
For a moment, Harper felt her ears buzzing, unable to hear anything.
Just as she was at a loss, Wade Price came up, followed by others.
Victor was called up by Wade.
Seeing Francis on the ground, Victor rushed over, dropped to his knees, and called out, "Mr. Getty!"
Seeing no response from Francis, Victor anxiously performed CPR on him.
Seeing no improvement, he decisively carried Francis downstairs.
Harper instinctively followed but stopped when Victor put Francis in the back seat.
Victor looked at Harper, pleading, "Please come with us."
Harper's eyes stung, and she tightly pinched her palm. She felt several urges to step forward but ultimately held back.
"No... I'm sorry." Harper heard her own cold voice saying this.
Victor's eyes widened in disbelief, his disappointment evident. "Please, actually Mr. Getty he..."
Harper interrupted him, "You should hurry."
Victor almost forgot Francis's instructions not to mention the syringe.
Time was tight. He moved his lips but said nothing more, started the car, and sped away.
Watching the car leave, Harper leaned against the door frame and sat down, her body feeling like it was in an ice cellar, shivering with cold.
A hot tear fell on the back of her hand, and she looked at it, her heart trembling.
Hadn't her heart already died?
Why did it still ache because of Francis's fainting?
No matter how she tried to hint to herself, telling herself not to care about him, her tears were flooding uncontrollably.
What if something really happened to him?
The fear in her heart spread over her body.
Harper suddenly got to her feet to go to the hospital, but her legs were shaking, almost causing her to fall.
"Harper!" A figure rushed over and supported her.
Harper looked at the person, tears flowing even more. "Vincent, help me. I need to go to the hospital."
Vincent had been there after receiving Zoey's call.
Recently, with Jasper busy, he was staying in the villa next door to look after Harper.
On the way.
Vincent glanced at the distraught Harper, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
Then, he softly comforted, "Don't worry. If he has no history of serious illness, a brief fainting spell shouldn't be a big problem."
Harper tightly clenched her palm, unable to speak.
At the hospital.
Vincent went to inquire about the recently admitted patient.
After a while, he came back, looking relaxed, "I asked, Mr. Getty is fine. Nothing serious."
"Is he awake?" Harper asked urgently.
Vincent said, "I'm not sure about that, but he's in the ward upstairs. Do you want to go see him?"
Harper twisted her fingers, thought for a moment, and blurted out, "I want to take a look."
Vincent's eyes were clear as he said, "Okay."
Upstairs, Vincent pointed to a ward and told Harper, "He's in there. Do you need me to go with you?"
Harper shook her head and mumbled, "I'll go myself."
Vincent asked, "Shall I wait for you?"
Harper nodded. She just wanted to take a look, confirm he was okay, and then leave.
"Okay." Vincent seemed to relax and slightly smiled "Go ahead. I'll wait outside."
Harper stood in front of the ward for a long time and was just about to push the door when someone called her.
"Harper?" Audrey walked over from behind, her eyes scrutinizing. "Why are you here?"
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