Chapter 414 Death Won't Stop Me
As soon as the words dropped, the man in front of her went dead silent.
Harper glanced up, but Francis was nowhere in sight. He had just bounced.
In a flash, Harper felt her heart plummet, filled with sadness and bitterness.
This scene was like déjà vu, Francis ditching her over and over again.
Why did she still hold out hope for Francis?
Harper's mind felt like it got hit with a bucket of ice water, and she let out a bitter laugh at herself.
Why hadn't she learned her lesson? Only by having zero expectations could she protect herself.
Just as she was about to turn around, she heard a beep at the door.
A black limo with its window half down revealed Francis's handsome and noble face.
He glanced at her and said, "Get in the car."
Harper didn't expect him to come back. Turned out, he had just gone to get the car.
She looked at Francis with a complicated expression, grabbed her phone, and got in the car.
The whole ride was dead silent.
Harper was still lost in the sadness of being left behind, her mind a mess.
Francis looked at Harper's sorrowful face and her distant posture, feeling a growing sense of frustration.
After his two-hour effort to please her, she still saw it as just a man and a woman with physical needs helping each other.
If he really only cared about his own needs, how could she even get out of bed now?
He had enough of it and couldn't bring himself to keep degrading himself.
The car stopped at a villa.
There were several bodyguards in black at the entrance, looking super alert.
Harper looked at the lonely villa and felt it was a cage trapping Molly.
At the door, the bodyguards recognized Francis and let him through, but Harper was a stranger to them, so they wanted to search her.
Francis looked at the bodyguards with cold eyes, his aura intimidating, and said, "She's with me."
Those words made Harper's heart skip a beat.
The bodyguards hesitated, and Francis grabbed Harper's left hand and impatiently pushed aside the men blocking them, saying coldly, "I vouch for her."
Then he strode inside, not letting go of her hand, which felt soft and fluffy like cotton candy.
He went upstairs with her.
Harper felt a bit uncomfortable but didn't pull her hand back.
At that moment, Francis's hand made her feel very secure.
A door on the second floor was pushed open.
Harper immediately saw Robert lying on the bed, looking very different from his usual spirited and cold self. Now, Robert's lips were pale, his face was pallid, and he looked genuinely weak.
It was the first time Harper had seen Robert in such a state; he seemed to be seriously injured, and Molly was sitting by his bedside.
Harper quickly broke free from Francis's hand, went up to Molly, and held her hand, worriedly saying, "Molly,"
She only called her name, as it wasn't convenient to say anything else here.
Robert understood and instructed the servant to prepare some snacks for Harper and Molly to chat in the small living room.
As the two women marched out, Robert kept staring at Molly's back, his gaze deep and terrifying.
Francis sat down and asked with concern, "How're you?"
Robert replied nonchalantly, "Not dead. It went through my stomach, but nothing serious."
He noticed the obvious bite marks on Francis's handsome face and thought of the two holding hands when they came in, asking, "Have you two made up?"
Francis felt a bit irritated and said, "Not yet."
Robert smiled weakly, "You and Harper are different from me and Molly. You two just have some misunderstandings. Cherish her. Harper is actually easy to please."
"Easy to please?" Francis frowned. If only that were true.
But he had never tried to please another woman, so he didn't know what the standard for being easy to please was.
Robert said, "You were so good to Chloe. Harper didn't get all jealous and forgave you. How is that not easy to please?"
Francis didn't get it, asking, "I was good to Chloe?"
Francis always thought that some substantial help didn't count.
Money was the least valuable thing to him.
Only with Harper did he throw himself into the cause of pleasing her.
However, she didn't appreciate it. He felt worthless in front of her.
Robert moved his stiff arms and said calmly, "I know, to you that doesn't count as being good to her. Money isn't important, but women's thoughts are different from ours. If they care, it means they're jealous, which means they still have feelings for you. Most women just won't admit it."
These words made Francis feel a bit better.
Actually, Harper probably wasn't as heartless as she seemed. Whether she was jealous or not, she was probably somewhat insincere.
Francis looked up at Robert's pale face and said, "If you understand love so well, why aren't you and Molly back together?"
"We're different." Robert smiled bitterly, "I've made an irreparable mistake."
Regarding the previous business war between Robert and the Koch family and the tactics behind it, Francis and the others knew nothing.
Robert wouldn't tell them the details, either.
But when the news of Harrison jumping off a building came out, it shocked them all. They didn't know if it had anything to do with Robert, but if it did, it was indeed an irreparable mistake.
Francis frowned and said, "Robert, let me give you some advice. If it's really impossible, let go! Let Molly live the life she wants. Stop making more mistakes."
Robert arched an eyebrow and said, "If I advised you to let go of Harper, would you listen to me?"
Francis replied firmly, "No."
Even though he was so angry at Harper it hurt his chest, he definitely wouldn't let her go.
Robert's expression turned cold, and the obsession in his eyes reached its peak. "That makes two of us. Death won't even stop me from getting back together with her."
Francis knew this topic of their conversation went to a dead end as he understood it perfectly well that Robert wouldn't give up on Molly. When it came to Harper, he wouldn't, either.
In the living room.
Harper looked at Molly's pale face, feeling a pang of sadness, and asked, "Molly, what exactly happened?"
Molly calmly said, "I stabbed him."
"Was it an accident?" Harper found it hard to believe.
Molly was always rational; she wasn't a woman who would resort to force and break the law first.
"It was an accident," Molly said.
Harper's heart eased a bit.
Molly's eyes were moist as she continued, "But at the moment I stabbed him, I really wanted him dead."
Harper was shocked, holding Molly's shoulders, and said, "Molly, no matter how much you hate him, you can't make such a mistake. Getting yourself behind bars is too high a cost."
Molly wiped her tears and smiled, "I know, I won't."
She didn't want Harper to worry; those dark thoughts couldn't be told to Harper.
She knew Harper too well; she would worry about her as if it was her case.
Harper took a deep breath and advised, "Molly, you're a smart woman. Don't punish yourself for his mistakes."
"Yes, I know."
Molly held Harper's hand back, her expression serious as she said, "Harper, I need your help. Please?"
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