Chapter 506 Are You Going to Abandon the Child Too?
Harper didn't even have time to react before Abigail shoved her to the ground. She tumbled down the slope, rolling like a ragdoll. She finally stopped when she slammed into a landscape sculpture. Even though her back was killing her, Harper clung to Agnes like her life depended on it.
Then, out of nowhere, she heard a deafening crash. Abigail's body got smacked by the car, flying through the air like a piece of paper before hitting the ground hard!
"Ah!" Harper screamed, the pain and shock overwhelming her. Blood pooled around Abigail, her eyes wide open, frozen in shock.
"Help! Somebody, please help!" Harper leaned against the sculpture, too banged up to move, screaming her lungs out. The black car that caused the mess was still there!
Before she could yell again, the car's engine roared, ready to charge at her. Her mind went blank, buzzing with fear. The car was gunning straight for her and Agnes! All she could think about was protecting Agnes.
Harper tried to lift Agnes, but the car was way faster. It sped up, racing towards them, and terror gripped her heart. Her eyes widened in helplessness as the car zoomed across the lawn like a missile aimed at her!
Just then, a black Rolls-Royce appeared out of nowhere! Right before the black car could hit, the Rolls-Royce leaped from the slope with perfect timing. The black car got sliced in half mid-air, crashing to the ground, and the person inside was done for!
The Rolls-Royce landed smoothly on the wetland. Apart from a missing front bumper, it was mostly fine.
Harper and Agnes were safe. She stared at the Rolls-Royce and its familiar license plate. This car had been used again after Francis disappeared.
No way, it couldn't be...
The car door opened, and Harper's heart pounded with hope and disbelief.
A pair of black leather shoes stepped out, and a tall, handsome figure came into view. Harper's heart felt like it was being squeezed, and tears streamed down her face.
The man walked towards the blood-soaked Abigail, snapping Harper out of her daze. She ran over with Agnes, the scene a chaotic mess.
Jasper showed up, seeing Harper with Agnes, he reached out, "Give me Agnes."
Harper handed Agnes to Jasper, choking out, "Jasper, look."
The tall and handsome Francis was carrying the bloodied Abigail to the ambulance. Jasper was just as shocked, and Harper, worried about Abigail, quickly said, "Jasper, take care of Agnes, I need to check on Abigail."
Jasper nodded, "Go ahead."
Francis was already in the ambulance, and just as the door was about to close, Harper called out, "Wait! Can I come too?"
It was a big ambulance, so there was room for one more.
The medical staff hesitated, glancing at her, then at Francis. Harper glanced up at him too. Francis still looked like the guy she knew. But he was way thinner, his face all sharp angles now.
The anxiety in Harper's heart melted into relief when she saw him. Just as she was about to say something, he cut her off coldly, "Close the door."
He wasn't talking to her, but to the nurse.
The nurse shut the door with an apologetic look. Harper stood there, frozen, even as the ambulance siren faded away.
Jasper was about to leave with Agnes. Seeing Harper still standing there, he quickly got out of the car and came over. "Harper."
Harper stood there like she didn't hear him, her hand bleeding without her even noticing, blood dripping to the ground. Jasper hurriedly put his arm around her, "When did you hurt your hand?"
Only then did Harper feel the exhaustion in her body, leaning into his arms, her voice trembling, "Jasper, I'm so scared. Francis seems like he doesn't recognize me."
Jasper's heart ached a bit, trying to comfort her, "He's probably just worried about his mom, don't overthink it."
Harper nodded, but Francis's eyes weren't just distant, they were like he didn't know her at all.
Jasper's eyes darkened, thinking for a moment, "Let's get to the hospital first."
At the hospital, they found out Agnes was fine, no issues. Harper sighed in relief and rushed to wait outside Abigail's emergency room.
As she got to the door, she saw Francis standing there. Suddenly, she felt a wave of fear, hesitating to approach.
After a few seconds, Harper still stepped forward and called out, "Francis."
Francis looked up at her coldly, his gaze icy. Even though it was just early autumn, Harper felt a chill, unsure if it was because the emergency room area was always colder.
Harper's bright eyes fixed on him. "Don't worry, Abigail will be fine..."
"That's enough," Francis said coldly, turning back to the operating room door.
Harper's eyes dimmed instantly. What did he mean by that? She felt a rare sense of unease but still mustered the courage to step forward and grab Francis's arm, "Francis, are you okay..."
Before she could finish, Francis shook her hand off. Harper, already weak from exhaustion, stumbled back several steps even though Francis didn't use much force. She steadied herself and looked at Francis's distant and indifferent face, her first thought was that he might have lost his memory! Did he hit his head last time, just like she did?
Harper clung to this hope, trying to speak in the most familiar tone to Francis, softly saying, "Francis, do you not recognize me? I am..."
Before she could finish, she saw Francis's ambiguous expression and suddenly fell silent. That look carried a cold mockery.
Just as Harper was confused about why he was looking at her like that. Francis, in a high and aloof manner, moved his thin lips, "Ms. Murphy?"
In the empty, cold corridor, Francis's voice was chilling to the bone. Harper felt her heart plummet from a great height! He didn't lose his memory, so why was he talking to her like she was a stranger?
Her lips trembled, "Why are you..."
"Ms. Murphy, my mom's in critical condition because she saved you. How do you think I should feel about you?" Francis seemed done with her, his voice icy, "Now, please leave."
The silence around them was suffocating. Harper felt like she was in an ice cave, her whole body shaking, even her steps were wobbly. She reached out to steady herself against the wall, then slowly spoke, "Francis, no, this is not us."
Francis looked at her because of this statement, his tone frosty, "Us? What is us?"
Harper hesitated for a second, "I love you, and you..."
"Divorced couples talking about love is a bit ridiculous, isn't it?" Francis's voice was cold and cruel, "If there was love, there wouldn't have been a divorce, right?"
These words shattered the courage Harper had painstakingly gathered.
Francis's handsome face was cold, his lips curved in a mocking smile, "If I remember correctly, we haven't remarried, have we, Ms. Murphy?"
One verbal attack after another left Harper defenseless. She hid her trembling hands behind her back, not even having the courage to look up at him at this moment.
Seeing her still standing there, Francis's voice grew even colder, "Get the irrelevant people out of here. Without my permission, no one is allowed in."
Francis once risked his life to save her, but now he called her an irrelevant person. Harper's chest tightened painfully, as if someone was pulling it hard, making it difficult for her to breathe. The excitement of knowing he was alive was completely extinguished at this moment.
Harper stared at his tall figure, only his back visible to her, her eyes filled with confusion, despair, and disbelief.
The bodyguards walked towards her, and Harper waved her hand in panic, "I'll leave on my own." Her voice choked, even now she wanted to maintain the most basic dignity, for him and for herself.
Harper slightly tilted her head back to hold back the tears in her eyes, then said, "I'm sorry you had to come back to this. You're right, I shouldn't be here disturbing you at this time."
Harper attributed Francis's behavior to the shock of Abigail's injury. She didn't retreat or give up hastily but took a step back on her own.
Before Francis could speak, Harper continued, "I'm very sorry about Abigail's injury. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."
As if afraid Francis would say something else, she said softly, "We'll talk about the rest once Abigail is stable."
After saying this, she didn't dare to hear any response from Francis and quickly turned to leave.
The elevator doors opened, and she walked in with blurry eyes, bumping into someone. "Sorry, sorry..." Harper choked out.
Wesley looked at the apologizing Harper in surprise, "Harper?"
The familiar voice made Harper's dry eyes fill with tears again. She kept her head down, tears welling up, but she held them back, her eyes hurting from the strain.
"Harper, what's wrong?" Wesley patted her back.
That small gesture broke the dam, and Harper's long-held tears spilled out. "Hey..." Wesley was at a loss, handing her a handkerchief, "Don't cry, what's wrong? Tell me."
Once the tears started, they were hard to stop. Harper took the handkerchief and wiped her tears haphazardly. She held her breath, finally stopping the tears, but her shoulders still shook. Looking up, she asked, "Do you know that Francis is back?"
"I..." Wesley scratched his head, stammering, "I know."
"Do you know when he came back?" Harper asked again.
Wesley thought for a moment and said honestly, "He landed yesterday morning."
Hearing this, Harper's face turned ghostly pale.
He landed yesterday morning, so he must have known about Agnes's disappearance and her predicament, yet he didn't show up. So today, his sudden appearance wasn't for her and Agnes, but because Abigail was in danger.
Harper fell silent, her face still streaked with tears, looking fragile and pitiful. "Did something happen to Francis?" she asked.
Now it was Wesley's turn to be silent. After a moment, he said, "Harper, let it go."
Harper was in a daze. She unconsciously asked, "Why?"
Seeing Wesley's silence, she pressed on, "He risked his life to save me, so why let it go now?"
Harper's beautiful eyes filled with tears, and Wesley couldn't bear it, feeling only anger. "Harper, listen to me, just pretend he's not here."
As a friend, Wesley didn't want Harper to get hurt. He had seen Francis's determination. So the best protection for Harper was to have no expectations.
"But he's here, how can I pretend he's not?" Harper forced a smile, looking worse than crying.
The elevator reached the ground floor, and she didn't want to trouble Wesley anymore. "Mr. Redstone, I'm fine. You go ahead." With that, she stepped out of the elevator.
Wesley, worried, peeked out and saw Harper's body sway and fall hard to the ground.
"Harper!"
"Harper!"
Wesley rushed out, bumping into Jasper who had come looking for her. Jasper had already picked up Harper, nodded to Wesley, and hurried away.
Wesley didn't leave either, following them until he was sure Harper had only fainted from exhaustion, then quietly left.
Back upstairs, Abigail had finished her surgery and was moved to the ICU. Francis stood by the window in the hallway, smoking with a cold expression.
Wesley approached, unable to help but nag, "Don't you know you can’t smoke now?"
Francis seemed not to hear, the cigarette burning between his fingers. Wesley asked again, "How's Abigail?"
Francis extinguished the cigarette, saying indifferently, "If she can make it through seven days, she'll survive, but she might not wake up."
Wesley sighed, then said, "I just ran into Harper. She fainted."
Francis's eyes showed no emotion, his tone indifferent, "You don't need to tell me about her anymore."
"What, are you really going to ignore her? What about the child?" Wesley looked at Francis's handsome but heartless face, "Are you going to abandon the child too?"
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