Chapter 441 You Big Dummy
Twelve ribs is half of the total number of twenty-four ribs that a man has.
Harper couldn't even wrap her head around his pain, her heart just breaking. She tailed the ambulance, eyes red the whole way.
If it wasn't for saving her, Francis wouldn't be in this mess.
If it wasn't for him, that rock would've squashed her flat.
Even with a deep pool at the bottom of the ravine, she wouldn't have made it up on her own after that kind of hit.
No wonder it took Francis way longer to swim up.
Harper couldn't fathom the sheer willpower it took for Francis to drag himself up from the bottom and haul her to safety.
She remembered his awkward moves while shielding her; he must've been in agony.
Forty minutes later, Francis got moved to a better hospital. Victor, hearing the news, sped over from Northfield and made it to the hospital.
In the ward, Francis was pale and still out cold. Seeing him like that, Victor's stomach twisted. Francis already had old injuries that hadn't healed, and now with these new ones, even a body of steel couldn't take it.
Harper thought about the doctor's worried face over Francis's condition. He was seriously hurt, but the doc mentioned he had poor blood clotting.
Francis always seemed like a tough guy... When did that change?
Seeing Victor about to leave, she quickly caught up and asked, "Victor, the doc just said Francis has poor blood clotting. Do you know why?"
Victor's face shifted. Wesley had set up for Francis to get a blood test abroad this weekend, but now that was out the window.
Victor had never heard about this poor blood clotting thing before. He couldn't help but wonder if that injection was finally causing trouble.
But he couldn't tell Harper that. Francis wouldn't let him.
But Victor also didn't want Francis's efforts to go to waste. After a moment, he looked back at Harper and said calmly, "Ms. Murphy, Mr. Getty's been having me look into the guys who took your blood a few days ago. The clues point to the Charles family. Mr. Getty went to Emerald Isle a few days ago to dig up more info, working non-stop for two days but came up empty. Lately, besides work, he's barely slept twenty hours. So, I guess his overworking could be the reason."
Harper's heart sank. She'd been so caught up in charity work, she hadn't paid much attention to Francis. Turned out, when he said he was on a business trip, he was actually hunting down leads about the people who hurt her.
Francis was swamped with work, yet he still busted his butt for her, and never mentioned a word. Harper's eyes welled up with tears. Compared to him, she really hadn't done enough.
Seeing Harper's guilt, Victor softened his look. He was a sharp assistant. Now that Francis's health was shaky, letting Harper know about the potential danger could also make her more cautious and better protect herself.
Victor knew Francis would never let anyone hurt Harper.
Victor's tone softened, "Ms. Murphy, I'm telling you this so you'll be extra careful. And also, Mr. Getty never slacks when it comes to you. He gives it his all but doesn't want to burden you with it. His love for you is the real deal."
Harper bit her lip, a lump forming in her throat. She didn't dare speak, afraid any sound would unleash a flood of tears.
Francis had done so much to protect her behind the scenes, never asking for credit. This guy was truly something else.
Victor left to get in touch with Wesley.
Francis, once so strong, was now down for the count. Did it have anything to do with that injection?
Now he could only hope Wesley had some other ideas. Maybe he could get that doctor to come to Northfield for a blood test ASAP.
Harper went back to the ward to stay by Francis's side. In the evening, she gently sponged his face with a towel, her hands moving slowly over his handsome features.
For the first time in a while, Harper had a chance to really look at Francis. His eyelashes were super long, which explained his intense gaze. His straight nose, chiseled features—there wasn't a part of him that wasn't attractive.
She slowly wiped the towel over his thin lips. They said men with thin lips were usually cold, but this guy's deep affection almost overwhelmed her.
Harper's eyes were red and swollen, and she choked up, "You're such a big dummy."
Molly finished work and headed back to the villa with Robert. She'd been staying there for a few days and had brought all her clothes for convenience.
Before dinner, the servant told her Robert was in a video conference. So Molly didn't go up to find him.
Robert's condition had improved a bit over the past couple of days, and he could get out of bed, so he started tackling the piled-up work. In this regard, Molly admired him. When it came to working hard, Robert would at least rank second.
Seeing him recover was a good thing. Once he was almost fully recovered, she could leave.
During dinner, she kept thinking about the deal with Adrian tomorrow.
Of course, Molly wanted to avoid showing up, but there was no other suitable candidate. After thinking it over, she realized it still had to be her, but how to handle the deal needed careful planning.
Molly was deep in thought and didn't have much appetite. She just had a few bites. After returning to her room, she thought of taking a bath while Robert was in his meeting. She threw a nightgown on the bed and started taking off her suit.
She was wearing a two-piece outfit, with the zipper on the back. She pulled it halfway down, but it got stuck for some reason, and she couldn't pull it down after a few tries.
Molly got a bit anxious and pulled again, but it still wouldn't move.
"Need some help?" A deep male voice suddenly came from behind.
Molly's heart sank, and she quickly turned around to see Robert, who had somehow come in.
Robert was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes slightly narrowed, as he asked, "What's on your mind? So lost in thought."
She hadn't even noticed he had entered the room.
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