Chapter 432 Not Interested Anymore?
Harper was back at it, whipping up dinner again. By the time she was done, it was pushing seven.
She dished everything out and set it on the table, which had this cool feature to keep the food warm for about an hour.
She and Agnes plopped down at the table, waiting for Francis. For a hot second, it felt like the old days when Harper would wait for Francis to come home for dinner.
Except now, they had a kid.
Time dragged on.Agnes was starving. She pouted, "Mommy, when's Daddy getting here?"
Harper sighed, "I dunno, sweetie. Hang on, I'll give him a call."
She grabbed her phone and dialed Francis. It rang forever, then went to voicemail.
Harper had a gut feeling Francis wasn't showing up tonight.
But why? Why wouldn't he at least let her know?
Agnes saw Harper staring at the phone and pouted harder. "Why isn't Daddy picking up?"
Harper forced a smile, "Maybe he's busy. Let's start without him."
Agnes shook her head, "No, I wanna wait for Daddy. I wanna share my favorite food with him."
Harper couldn't convince her, so she tried another angle, "How about some soup to warm you up first?"
After some more coaxing, Agnes finally agreed to the soup.
They sat there, but soon Agnes started nodding off. She usually hit the sack by eight-thirty, and it was already nine.
Harper called Zoey to help the sleepy Agnes wash up and get to bed while she cleaned up the table.
As she picked up a plate, it slipped and shattered.
Harper quickly squatted down to pick it up, but a sharp edge cut her finger, and blood started oozing out. She stared at her bleeding finger, feeling a dull ache in her chest, and wanted to cry from the frustration. She swallowed her tears and cleaned up the broken pieces.
She didn't have the heart to clean up the rest of the table, so she left it as it was.
Harper was about to wash up and hit the hay when Molly called and asked her to meet up.
Molly wanted to talk about Taylor in person since it wasn't something she could discuss over the phone.
They met at a café.
Harper was a bit surprised and asked, "How'd Robert let you out?"
Molly shrugged, "I'm not a prisoner. Why wouldn't he let me out?"
She didn't mention that Robert had made her help him bathe before agreeing to let her out that night. Molly was really worried about Taylor, so she had no choice but to agree to Robert's ridiculous request.
Harper felt relieved and spilled everything that had happened in Willowbrook Falls.
Molly listened, a mix of fear and relief on her face, holding Harper's hand, and mumbled, "It's my fault. I didn't think it through. I thought Willowbrook Falls was more secluded, not chaotic."
"It's okay, don't worry. I'm fine, and I even helped out the neighborhood."
She had helped nab a criminal family of three, and the local cops wanted to give her a public commendation, but Harper refused. She didn't like the spotlight and what she had done was just a flip of hand.
Molly wired $200,000 to Harper's account, saying, "Think of it as rent."
With Jasper's place being all secure and private, Molly had zero worries.
Harper grabbed her phone and sent the money back, snapping, "What are you talking about? Jasper's got a ton of houses. Plus, it's better to keep them occupied."
After a few rounds of Harper refusing and Molly insisting, Harper stood her ground, and Molly had to back off.
Harper already knew about Taylor's situation, but Molly filled her in anyway. She skipped over Taylor's illness, though, not wanting to stress Harper out.
After a bit, Molly switched gears and asked, "So, what's up with you and Francis?"
Harper's face tightened, and she mumbled, "I don't know."
Molly pressed, "You guys fighting?"
Harper shook her head, "I don't know."
He wasn't picking up her calls or replying to her texts, leaving her totally in the dark.
She replayed their last conversation over and over, and nothing seemed off. She couldn't figure out why Francis was suddenly ghosting her. Was it 'cause she forgot to invite him to dinner last night?
Harper doubted it. Francis wasn't that petty. So why? Was he just messing around and now lost interest?
Harper was stumped, and her heart felt like it was in a vice, making her super uncomfortable.
Molly saw Harper's frustration and, after a pause, said, "If you don't get it, just ask him. It's the fastest way."
She added, "If it's a misunderstanding, clear it up. If not, at least you'll know what's up."
Harper took her advice and decided to confront Francis. After they split, she called Francis again, but still no answer. She then called Victor, who picked up, and it was super noisy on his end.
Victor moved to a quieter spot and said loudly, "Sorry, but Mr. Getty probably won't be coming tonight."
Harper cut to the chase, "Where are you guys?"
"Huh?" Victor was caught off guard.
"Victor, just tell me where Francis is. I need to talk to him," Harper insisted.
Victor glanced at the private room where Francis's cold, handsome face and icy demeanor were clear. With a sigh, he decided and said quietly, "Mr. Getty is in VIP Room 3 at Twilight Lounge. Just give your name when you get here, and I'll let the front desk know."
Harper's eyes dropped, feeling a bit bitter inside. Francis was ignoring her but out drinking.
Harper couldn't fool herself; he wasn't that busy. No matter how swamped he was, he could always shoot a quick reply.
Harper hated feeling uncertain. Even if he was over her, she wanted to hear it from him.
She told Zoey and headed straight to Twilight Lounge.
When she got there, she gave her name, and the waiter led her upstairs. As soon as the waiter opened the door, Harper heard women laughing inside.
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