Chapter 63 Another Blow to the Heart
"Harper," Wesley's face lit up with joy. "You're here? Come on, let's go!" He then glanced at Keith and exchanged a look with his assistant.
They couldn't afford to joke around. If Francis found out that Harper came to the hospital to visit someone else, he would probably tear the hospital down. Wesley didn't care who Harper came for, she had to see Francis.
Without caring about anyone else, Wesley pulled Harper and went upstairs. Keith wanted to follow, but his assistant stopped him. "I'm sorry, sir, please stay here."
In the elevator, Harper asked anxiously, "Why did Francis drink so much?"
Wesley replied, "No one other than you can make him this way. I haven't seen anyone else do that to him."
"Me?" Harper almost thought she misheard.
"Yes, you. Weren't you two close before? How did things suddenly change like this?"
Harper lowered her gaze, not saying a word.
Wesley sighed lightly and said, "Why can't you talk it out, Harper? Francis has you in his heart."
Harper felt a tightness in her chest, her mind was a little confused, and she didn't quite understand what Wesley meant.
Exiting the elevator, Wesley pointed toward the innermost room and said, "You two talk it out, I'll go down first."
Harper walked inside, feeling unease at the hospital room door.
After all, they had just discussed distancing themselves from each other.
But she couldn't deceive herself, she wouldn't be at ease if she couldn't ensure Francis's safety.
Filled with concern, Harper reached out and knocked on the door.
The door wasn't closed, it opened automatically with a light knock.
But what she didn't expect was that there another person in the hospital room.
Chloe's clothes were disheveled, she was like a snake lying on Francis, the two of them embraced each other, lips only millimeters apart.
If she hadn't pushed open that door, it's likely they would have progressed further.
In an instant, the blood drained from Harper's face.
She blinked forcefully twice, hoping she had seen it wrong. But the scene in front of her clearly told her what they were doing.
Harper stood frozen at the doorway, a chill sweeping over her.
The pair on the bed caught sight of her, their expressions morphing into sheer astonishment, signaling to Harper that her timing couldn't have been worse.
Chloe slowly got off of Francis, her face flushed, and asked, "Harper, you came?"
Harper suddenly woke up, took a step back, and stiffly said, "Sorry for disturbing you."
She spun on her heels and practically fled, her movements stumbling and erratic.
Entering the elevator on autopilot, tears streamed down her face like rain. Every inch of her body ached with pain.
The pain was so intense, she longed to curl up into a tight ball.
Regret flooded her thoughts; she shouldn't have come.
Francis had made it clear she wasn't needed, yet she ignored his words and now faced humiliation. She had let Wesley's words fuel foolish expectations.
"Why, Harper, are you always so foolish? Why can't you be smarter?" she chastised herself bitterly.
Ding—
Harper had just walked out of the elevator when Wesley stood in her way.toward
"Harper, why did you leave? Have you seen Francis?"
Harper's face drained of color murmured, "I have."
Wesley was stunned, he thought the two of them had another argument, and quickly held onto Harper, persuading her, "You can't leave so quickly, he's seriously injured. We didn't notify his family because we were worried about them. You should take care of him for a while."
"He has someone taking care of him," She sadly replied.
Wesley didn't understand, he thought Harper was referring to the nurse.
"You can't compare yourself to others," Wesley's words struck Harper like a knife to her heart.
It was true that she couldn't measure up.
Chloe didn't even need to get involved, and she had already lost.
Harper bit her lip, her voice trembling, "Mr. Redstone, please let go. I feel uncomfortable and I want to go back."
Only then did Wesley notice that Harper's complexion was extremely pale, her face filled with despair.
He let go, about to ask what was wrong when his phone rang.
Harper turned and left.
Wesley picked up the phone and heard a cold, stern voice.
"Stop Harper."
He glanced at Main Gate Street, confused. "She didn't leave, she's waiting for a car at the entrance. How did you—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the call was already disconnected with a beep.
Francis hung up the phone, disregarding his injuries and jumped off the bed, ready to go out.
However, Chloe grabbed Francis, her face filled with worry, "Francis, you rush off recklessly. Talk to Harper and clarify things.”
Francis shook off her hand and interrogated her, "Did you do it on purpose just now?"
It seemed far too coincidental that she stumbled into him just as Harper swung open the door.
And the timing was equally suspicious when she managed to unintentionally ruin his attire.
Tears filled Chloe's eyes, "How could you think so poorly of me? I just had a blood test and came to see you. I really just felt weak in the legs."
She berated herself, shoulders slumping in self-blame. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have visited you right after a sleepless night filled with worry. I'll go and clarify everything with Harper. I'll even kneel down and beg for her forgiveness."
After finishing her words, Chloe made a move to leave.
"That's enough!" Francis stopped her, speaking coldly. "You don't need to explain. Go back to your hospital room."
The door was pulled open and Francis didn't even glance at her as he rushed out.
Chloe was left behind, clenching her hand tightly, her knuckles turning white.
After a long while, she smiled maliciously, "Harper, wait for me to prepare a big surprise for you."
A thunderbolt split the sky, and heavy rain poured down.
Finally, a taxi arrived.
Harper was about to get in the car when she heard someone calling her from behind.
"Harper, stop." It was Francis's voice.
Harper hesitated.
Why was he here? Did he come to hold her accountable for breaking their agreement and coming to see him without permission?
She couldn't think of any other reason.
But regardless of the reason, she didn't want to face him now.
She couldn't handle any more shocks.
Without hesitation, she pulled open the door and instructed the driver, "Please drive. Hurry up."
"Harper!"
Francis had rushed onto the road and was just about to grab the car handle when the taxi quickly sped away.
The heavy rain soaked his entire body, the gauze on his neck was completely wet. The mixture of blood and rainwater made the scene particularly gruesome.
Wesley approached with an umbrella, angrily exclaiming, "You're asking for trouble!"
He had never seen someone disregard their own well-being like Francis did.
He tried to pull Francis back, but Francis pushed him away and opened a stopped taxi with his bare hands, saying to the driver, "I'll buy this car."
"Have you gone mad!?"
The driver didn't hesitate and reached out to close the door, but Francis blocked it with his hand.
In a cold tone, he said, "How much for the car? I'll pay triple!"
The driver was left dumbfounded as the handsome man drove away in his car.
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