Chapter 90 We Have Nothing to Do With Each Other
In the dim night, Francis's charming eyes were gloomy.
He wanted to believe her words, but the doctor's confirmation, the medical report, and the man lying here now all made her statement completely unbelievable.
Harper sensed his hesitation, and she felt helpless.
Sure enough, even if she spoke the truth, Francis still didn't believe her.
But she still had to make it clear. She didn’t want Keith to be wrongly accused.
A layer of mist clouded her eyes, and she explained, "I only said that because I was angry that you didn't trust me. This child is truly yours."
She looked at Keith's features that had wrung together in pain and continued, "Can you please let Keith go and get his injuries treated first?"
Every time she was in despair and helplessness, Keith reached out to help her. Now, he was suffering because of her.
The guilt made her tears keep falling.
Francis coldly watched this scene, and the pain in his head almost drove him crazy.
He grabbed Harper's chin, forcing her to turn her face to look at him, and said fiercely, "Harper, are you trying to deceive me again?"
Harper cried out in pain from his grip, trying to push him away, and said incoherently, "I didn't deceive you."
Keith watched Harper's pained expression and couldn't help but shout, "Stop. That is not what a gentleman shall do!" Francis raised an eyebrow, smirked grimly, and ordered his bodyguards. "Beat him up! I’ll handle the trouble if he dies here!" The bodyguards immediately obeyed and started punching and kicking, showing no mercy. The sound of those fists landing on Keith was both dull and crisp. Harper felt sad. But Keith endured without making a sound. He was afraid that if he groaned, Harper would feel even guiltier.
"Stop! Stop!" Harper's eyes were bloodshot as she shouted, but the bodyguards didn't listen to her. She turned to look at Francis, tears streaming down her face. She pleaded, "Francis, can you please make them stop? I'll do as you say. I'll listen to everything you say. Isn't that enough?" Why did she have to bear so much? Why did she have to be burdened with such deep sins? Francis remained unmoved, leading her to despair.
She had no choice but to rush forward, standing in front of Keith and blocking the bodyguards from beating him again. The bodyguards didn't dare to harm Harper. They just waited for instructions from Francis. This action directly ignited the last trace of sanity in Francis’s mind. He roared in anger, "Come here!" Harper shook her head firmly and stood her ground. "Francis, can't you stop it? I'm begging you. Let Keith go!" Francis’ eyes were bloodshot. "If I let him go, will you two be able to live happily ever after?" In an instant, Harper's heart sank to the bottom, disappointment and despair climbing up her tear-stained face. She shook her head blankly and said helplessly, "Francis, why don't you trust me?" Why didn't he trust her, even just once?
Francis said coldly, "You want me to trust you? Fine, answer me. Is it true that the doctor said you two are a couple?"
"That was just a misunderstanding. When you came to the hospital later, you saw for yourself that Keith sent me there because I was injured. He found out about the pregnancy because the doctor told him." Harper knew that the doctor would be in trouble if she made one wrong answer, so she had to tell the truth. But where was Francis when she needed him the most?
She couldn’t reject Keith's help and die in the pouring rain.
"So you're telling me that he knowing about your pregnancy and pretending to be your husband is a misunderstanding?" Francis's dark eyes were full of mockery.
Francis understood it. But he didn't believe it, not at all.
"Francis, this was all a misunderstanding. It had nothing to do with Keith. You just refuse to trust me," Harper said with a bitter smile.
"If Chloe had said these words, would you hesitate to believe her?" Harper asked.
When Chloe was mentioned, Francis furrowed his brow tightly. "Why bring her into this?"
The night was dark, and the wind was strong.
Harper stood in the wind, her thin body swaying like a withered leaf that could be blown away at any moment.
Harper murmured, "I'm just curious. Why do you believe her so easily but not what I say? It's been two years, Francis, two whole years, and it's still not enough for you to see who I really am? In your eyes, am I really that lowly?"
Listening to her voice filled with extreme disappointment, Francis felt suffocated, as if something was blocking his breath.
He didn't know what was happening to him. If Chloe had been in the same situation, he might have given her some rewards.
But when it came to Harper, just the thought of another man coveting her made him want to kill that person.
In this instant, he began to doubt if this was love.
He thought he would never experience love in his lifetime.
Francis' silence broke Harper’s heart. She had no expectations from him.
Those things were enough for her to see if she was important in his heart, weren’t they?
He was so enraged, solely because he felt that she had betrayed him, which was a humiliation to him.
Harper felt frustrated.
She had loved him for ten years. She gave him all her love. But she couldn’t get a bit of trust from Francis.
"It's my fault. It’s my fault. I overestimated myself, foolishly fell in love, and I deserve such a miserable end!" she said, with tears and a smile on her face, but that smile represent nothing but her despair.
Her grandma was no longer there, and if she lost the baby again, she wouldn't even have a reason to keep living.
"Francis, since you don't believe anything I say, why don't you just do it? Hit me, too. End this entanglement. We will have nothing to do with each other since then," she said.
"Don't even think about it!"
He would let that happen in this lifetime!
Francis' face turned extremely gloomy, and his charming eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty redness. He stepped forward and directly restrained her in his embrace.
"I advise you to give up on these thoughts as soon as possible because I will never let you go in this lifetime!"
Harper's eyes were red with anger. She couldn't bear it any longer and bit down hard on his arm.
Even through the fabric, Francis could still feel a sharp pain.
"Let go of me!"
Francis angrily gritted his teeth and wondered why she bit him again.
Soon, the smell of blood filled Harper's mouth as the warm blood seeped out from under Francis’ clothes. Harper's teeth were still clenched tightly, refusing to let go.
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