Chapter 81 Late Repentance
Francis’ heart was gripped by grief, filled with pain.
Harper, who had always been like a little rabbit, had been pushed into such a desperate situation.
Amelia, who had narrowly escaped death, regained her breath and coughed eagerly.
Camila saw that her daughter was fine and let go of her worries. She turned her head and glared at Harper, cursing, "How dare you try to strangle my daughter!?"
"She deserved it!" replied Harper, full of hostility.
Camila was actually intimidated by her and felt fearful in her heart.
Right now, Harper still glared at her with a pair of piercing eyes.
Amelia regained her senses and was frightened to the point of almost wetting herself. She cried out, "Mom... Mom, she tried to kill me! Beat her for me."
At the sight of her daughter’s flustered look, Camila felt sorry for her daughter. She tried to grab Harper's hair.
But before she could get close, there came a loud bang. Camila was kicked out of the door.
Francis didn't even want to look at them as he thought they were disgusting. He ordered, "Drag them out and throw them directly into the river if they stir trouble again!"
Peace finally returned to the parlor.
Francis stood beside Harper and showed his respects to Harper’s grandma.
After that, he slowly turned to Harper. He was a tough man, but he was filled with regret and self-blame at the sight of Harper's pale face.
It felt like someone was punching his heart repeatedly, causing intense pain.
When she begged him so humbly to come back and see her grandma, what did he say?
He said she was being unreasonable, childish, and malicious. He asked her to calm down.
When she was in despair, he heartlessly refused her request and hurt her with heartless remarks.
Harper’s grandma passed away with regret.
Francis felt that this time, he had gone too far.
"Harper... I'm sorry..." said Francis, standing by Harper's side. His charming eyes were filled with regret and pain. He wanted to hold her hand.
But he was ruthlessly pushed away by Harper.
At this moment, her eyes were swollen, her long hair disheveled, and her clothes wrinkled. She didn’t look as decent as she used to be.
But she didn't care. She no longer cared about those things.
She didn't care about other people's opinions.
Her eyes held no passion but coldness. "Mr. Getty, you can leave after paying your respects."
Francis’ heart trembled violently.
She called him “Mr. Getty...”
Before he went abroad, she held his neck, calling him “honey” in a sweet voice.
That tone melted his heart.
He only wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.
But now her tone was distant as if they had no relationship once he walked out that door.
Francis’ handsome face turned pale, his charming eyes filled with pain and anguish. "Harper... I know you're angry with me. At that time, I didn't know if what you said was true..."
Harper coldly interrupted, "Mr. Getty, if you don't leave, I’m afraid that I have to call the police. That’s not what you want, right?"
Her heartlessness spread panic in Francis’ heart.
He didn't want to and couldn't lose her.
"Harper, I'm sorry..."
His belated repentance only earned him two cold words from Harper.
"Get out!"
Abigail was also frustrated, but she knew her son’s presence would only anger Harper even more.
She raised her hand and slapped Francis twice, her face cold. "Get out and wait for me outside!"
Francis looked up at Harper and saw that her eyes were red as if she were about to cry again. Harper forcibly held back her tears and did not even glance at him.
Seeing that Francis was still unwilling to leave, Abigail had no choice but to drag him out and ask him to stand there.
Looking at her son's rarely disheveled and haggard face, Abigail scolded, "You shouldn’t have let her down. You stay here and wait for Harper to calm down. She has the final say whether to forgive you or not."
Francis lowered his head and remained silent.
Not long after, it started to rain outside.
Francis stood outside the parlor, his expensive suit getting soaked and drenched by the rain, but he still stood straight, sincerely repenting.
Harper glanced up and saw him.
If it were in the past, she would have softened her heart and forgiven him because she pitied him, but now she chose to ignore him.
She finally understood how it felt when love for someone was gone.
She was very calm, watching the feelings for Francis fade away.
In the afternoon, Aurelio arrived.
When he walked past Francis, he didn’t even cast a glance. He went straight in.
He brought flowers to pay respects to Harper’s grandma.
He then walked to Harper.
Grateful for his help, Harper mustered the strength to stand and thank him, but because she stood up in a hurry, she got dizzy. She swayed. Luckily, Aurelio reached out to help her stand still.
The scene aroused Francis' jealousy.
Francis thought, ‘How did they know each other?’
Aurelio stayed briefly. After paying respects, he was ready to leave.
As he walked to the door, Francis called out to Aurelio first, "Uncle Aurelio."
Aurelio stopped and narrowed his deep eyes.
Francis had an unpleasant expression on his face. "Uncle Aurelio, Harper is my wife."
This statement was both a warning and a probing.
The man who seemed to be close to his wife was none other than his uncle.
Outsiders thought that Aurelio, at 36 years old, was not married because he didn’t want to be bonded by marriage.
But Francis knew that Aurelio had someone in his heart.
Aurelio even turned against Francis’ grandfather for the sake of this person.
Francis vaguely knew that this person was of high social status and had nothing to do with Harper.
He said that in an attempt to figure out Aurelio's intentions.
Aurelio's face showed no change. He said, "I know she's your wife, for now."
Francis thought, ‘What does he mean by ‘for now’?’
This statement could have several meanings, and Francis' face suddenly turned livid.
Aurelio didn't engage in further discussion with Francis. He turned to leave.
Francis clenched his fist at his side.
During dinner, Harper only drank some water to moisten her throat. She didn’t eat anything.
Outside the door, Francis wanted to say something, but he didn't have the right to persuade Harper to eat anything now.
At night, Harper stayed at the parlor.
It was her last night to accompany her grandma because her grandma would be buried the next morning.
The rain was still falling, and Francis continued to stay outside. It was the only thing he could do.
Abigail looked at them, feeling a pang in her heart.
Abigail thought, ‘Francis and Harper were in love before... How did their relationship end up like this?’
She couldn't let her father know about the matter either. She had been keeping an eye on his health, and the consequences would be dire if he found out what happened between Francis and Harper.
Abigail was also in poor health, and she couldn't accompany Harper all the time, so she asked Caregiver to look after Harper.
What worried her was that Harper had not eaten anything for three days. Harper only had a little bit of water. Harper was now relying solely on willpower.
Abigail felt sorry for Harper.
Soon, the faint morning light appeared.
Harper followed the others to bid her grandma farewell on her final journey.
She held her grandma's photo in her hands, her figure small but strong.
It was still raining, but Harper seemed unaffected. Francis held a black umbrella for Harper, shielding her from the rain.
More and more people gathered and joined in.
Francis had informed the villagers of the funeral. They were willing to come and accompany Harper to bury her grandma in the cemetery.
Harper’s grandma had a good reputation.
Villagers spread the news of the funeral. Soon, many people came, whether they knew Harper's grandma or not.
The cemetery was not far from the grave of Harper’s father.
When the moment of burial came, Harper suddenly rushed forward as if she had gone crazy, shouting hoarsely at the urn.
"Grandma, thank you for taking care of me...
Because of her grandma, Harper always felt very happy...
Harper thought, ‘Please don't forget me. Shall we meet again in the next life?
‘In the next life, let us still be family, and it will be my turn to take care of you...’
Harper shed tears while shouting, and her voice grew hoarse in the end. Touched by Harper’s grief, some people began to shed tears.
Soon, everything was done.
Harper, however, seemed to have been caught by exhaustion, her face pale and her legs weak.
She staggered. Francis reached out to hold her arm, calling out, "Honey..."
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