Chapter 89 The Child Is Yours
Upon hearing that, Harper paled. She tightly grabbed onto Francis’ clothes.
Although her child was not welcomed, it was definitely not an illegitimate child. "Francis, can you show some decency?"
Harper really wanted to tell him that the child was his.
Even if Francis didn’t love it, she didn’t want him to harm the child.
But she didn't dare to speak up. She was afraid that if she did, she would lose custody of her baby.
Francis's gaze turned cold. He tightened his grip. He said with cruelty in his voice, "Making it disappear is good for everyone."
He would absolutely not allow this stain to come into this world.
After saying that, Francis roughly carried Harper on his shoulders and threw her into the car.
The car started as if it had lost gravity, pushing Harper back with a strong force.
Trembling, she asked, "Francis, where are you going?"
The only answer she received was the howling sound of the icy wind.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a private hospital. Francis pulled Harper out of the car.
Harper finally knew why Francis brought her there, and her face instantly turned pale.
She thought that as long as Francis knew the baby was not his, he would not be able to bear it and would want to divorce her.
But she never expected that Francis would want to abort her baby.
She angrily shouted, "Francis, I disagree. You have no right to abort my baby!"
Francis sneered, "Didn't you think about this day when you cheated on me? Did you really think I would let this mistake exist?"
"The baby is not a mistake!" Harper tightly held onto Francis's wrist, pleading, "Francis, I beg you. Please don't do this. Don't abort the baby!"
Francis remained expressionless, unaffected, and ordered, "Take her inside."
The medical staff at the door tried to pull Harper inside.
But Harper held onto Francis’s hand tightly, tears falling like broken pearls. "Francis, I have never begged you before, but this time I beg you. Please spare the baby."
She pleaded with him again and again. Her hoarse voice sounded particularly piercing in the quiet night.
Listening to her heartbreaking crying, Francis felt bitter, as if his heart was being mercilessly pierced.
Just the thought of her carrying someone else's child made him want to tear her apart.
But he couldn't harm her, not even to lay a hand on her.
He knew very well that he would never let Harper leave, so this child couldn't stay.
This was like a time bomb.
The Getty family could absolutely not tolerate a treacherous woman.
With a firm determination in his eyes, he let go of her hand and said coldly, "This child cannot stay!"
Harper felt desperate and panicked. Everything was beyond her expectations. All she wanted was a divorce, but she didn't want to lose the baby!
"Francis, what I said earlier was just lies out of anger. Things are different from what you know."
She didn't want to risk anything with the baby anymore and tried to explain by holding onto his arm.
"Harper!"
A figure rushed over and interrupted her explanation.
Harper looked up and froze.
She thought in shock, ‘Why is Keith here?’
Keith pulled her behind him, protecting her securely.
He had been worried about Harper these past few days. He just couldn’t get in touch with her through the phone. He asked Molly about Harper later. When he learned from Molly that Harper mentioned him before, he became even more concerned. He purposely came to the Yuejing Villa area, hoping to coincidentally run into Harper like last time.
Coincidently, he saw Francis carrying Harper out. He flowed and found they headed straight to the hospital.
Just now, Keith saw them pulling each other from a distance. From Keith’s perspective, it seemed that Francis wanted to throw a punch at Harper. Keith acted on impulse and rushed out.
Keith looked at Francis and said, "Mr. Getty, under any circumstances, a man should never hit a woman."
Harper broke out in a cold sweat and immediately explained, "No, Keith, you've misunderstood."
Before she could finish, Keith had already been punched in the face and stumbled back two steps.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and retaliated with a punch, but Francis dodged it with a tilt of his head.
Francis had professional combat training, and although Keith had a strong and well-exercised physique, he was not Francis’ match.
At this moment, Francis was full of anger. He grabbed Keith by the collar and forcefully punched him, knocking him down to the ground.
In an instant, blood trickled from Keith's mouth, and the smell of the blood filled his mouth, but he didn't give up. He tenaciously got up and wanted to continue fighting.
"Stop!" Harper stood between the two, stretching out her arms and shouting, "You guys, stop fighting."
Francis's fist, which was flying toward her, abruptly stopped in front of Harper's face. His gaze was extremely sinister. "Get out of the way!"
"Francis, this has nothing to do with Keith. Don't fight anymore."
"Really?" Francis said coldly. "It has nothing to do with him, but he can follow you here? It seems that he is very worried about you, but what should I do?"
Francis pulled Harper into his arms, tightly restraining her, and said fiercely, "You are my wife."
Harper's face turned pale from Francis’s grip. She wanted to explain, but Francis was still in anger, and he didn't listen to any explanations.
Keith had just climbed up, and Francis kicked him with force. Then, staring at the hand Keith had touched Harper with earlier, Francis gave an icy order, "Break one of his arms."
Immediately, two bodyguards approached and held Keith's head. Without any hesitation, one of them forcefully snapped Keith's right hand with a crack. Keith couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Harper froze, her heart pounding violently against her chest. The grief made it hard for her to breathe.
"He touched you just now, didn't he?" Francis leaned close to Harper’s ear. His voice was as cold as that of a devil crawling out of hell.
"Today, I'll break his arms one by one."
Harper's face turned extremely pale. Her teeth trembled, and tears kept falling.
"Francis, it has nothing to do with Keith. I’m telling the truth. Please let him go. Please."
Francis looked down at the woman in his arms and said indifferently, "What's wrong with you? Are you sad?"
His tone was so faint that it was impossible to tell if he was really angry, but it didn't sound pleasant either.
Harper forced herself to calm down and trembled as she said, "Francis, let him go, and we can have a good talk. It's not what you think."
Keith, who was suppressed on the ground, suddenly fought back. He still overturned one of the bodyguards next to him with only one hand.
But ultimately, he couldn’t overturn the two together, and he was once again forcefully pressed to the ground.
Harper watched in horror and kept pleading, "Francis, please tell them to stop. This is between us. Don't involve others. This child really isn't his."
But Francis remained unmoved, sneering coldly, "Harper, as you know, I can't stand you defending other men."
His gaze turned icy. "Break his other hand, too."
The two bodyguards immediately grabbed Keith’s left hand and were about to break it.
Harper suddenly screamed in pain while shaking her head desperately, "Francis, the child is yours!"
In an instant, Francis's heart trembled fiercely.
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