Chapter 91 Help Me Save the Child
Francis wanted to immediately throw her out, but when his palm touched her trembling shoulder out of anger, he stopped.
His voice was hoarse from anger, "What can you do for him?"
Just as he was about to use his fingers to pry open Harper's lips, Harper suddenly let go, and her body softly fell.
Francis caught her in time, his heart pounding heavily, and he shouted, "Harper!"
He felt that the person in his arms was weightless. Harper’s face was pale like paper, with fine beads of cold sweat on her forehead.
Francis was nervous, not daring to apply any pressure as he held her. He asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Harper grabbed his wrist weakly and pleaded with a faint breath, "My belly hurts so badly. Help me save the child."
After that, she turned pale and fainted.
Francis was afraid. Without hesitation, he picked her up and headed toward the hospital.
"Mr. Getty."
Keith had already stood up, his eyes filled with concern, "Please take care of her."
Francis stopped his steps and coldly turned around, leaving behind a remark, "Take care of yourself. If you dare to think of my woman again, you will suffer more."
The murderous intent in his voice was clear, sending a shiver over Keith’s back.
Francis walked into the hospital.
The bodyguard took another look at Keith. After all, they had been ruthless just now.
Since Keith could still be able to stand up like nothing happened after his arm was broken, they suspect that Keith was hiding his true strength.
Keith, however, seemed indifferent as he walked steadily toward the car.
He sat in the back seat and made a phone call, his tone devoid of any emotion, "Send someone to pick me up and tell him I agree to that matter."
The call ended, and Keith stretched his legs, leaning back against the seat. He closed his eyes to rest.
Men with weaknesses were just too easy to control.
He didn't even do much but could already drive Francis crazy. What if he actually did do something?
A faint smile appeared on his lips. The thought amused him greatly.
At the hospital, looking at the girl lying on the emergency bed, the attending doctor couldn't react for a moment and asked, "Mr. Getty, do you want to choose the least harmful method for abortion?"
"First, take care of the adult. If the adult is fine, then..."
Francis stopped abruptly. His face turned extremely gloomy.
Objectively speaking, it was the best chance to terminate the pregnancy with the least harm.
However, he thought about Harper's determination to keep the child. Once the child was gone, she would surely hate Francis and, without hesitation, leave him.
When comparing the two, he chose not to do that.
"Save the baby!"
After receiving the response, the doctor and nurses urgently pushed Harper inside for examination.
Francis waited outside the door, recalling the words Harper had just said.
He thought, ‘Could this child possibly be mine?’
Harper woke up with a slight stinging sensation on the back of her hand, looking around in confusion as the transparent drip steadily flowed downward.
Her heart tightened instantly as she looked up and saw a sharply dressed man by her bedside.
"You're awake?" Francis had no expression on his face, reaching out to pick up the pillow to support her back.
Before he could get closer, Harper knocked the pillow off the bed.
She looked at him coldly as if Francis was her enemy. She asked coldly, "What did you do to my child?"
Francis pursed his thin lips, his expression icy and terrifying.
But Harper's eyes were filled with so much hatred that she couldn't see anything else. Her lips trembled as she said, "Francis, you're not human!"
Francis furrowed her eyebrows slightly. His voice was cold and sarcastic. "What? You want to fight with me?"
Ignoring the needle on the back of her hand, Harper raised her hand and shouted, "You abort my child!"
The needle left a bloody mark on her hand as the blood quickly flowed out, forming a thin line on the back of her hand.
Francis's face suddenly changed. He grabbed her hand tightly, veins bulging on his forehead. "Harper, are you crazy?"
Her delicate hand turned purple, and she didn't even notice where the needle had gone. The wound continued to bleed, but she remained oblivious.
She asked him, "Why are you so heartless and merciless? That is a life! A baby!"
Francis's face turned pale. He reached out and firmly held her hand, saying, "I didn't do anything."
Harper paused for a moment and asked again, "What do you mean?"
The door was lightly tapped twice.
"Hello, it is time for a medication change."
With the voice came the nurse pushing a medication cart. She froze when she saw Francis holding Harper’s hand in the air.
She quickly rushed up and asked, "What's going on, sir? Don't you know the patient is weak? Why would you still provoke her? You look like a gentleman. How can you bully a woman? If you continue like this, I will have to call the police!"
The nurse felt slightly scared after speaking. After all, Francis exuded an aura of superiority. It was clear that he held a high position.
But even so, she thought he shouldn't hit a woman, especially when the woman was sick. She even began to wonder if Francis would hit his wife at home.
The nurse found that Harper appeared to be around the same age as her. She felt sorry for what Harper had suffered. It soon overpowered her slight fear. The nurse became even more resolute. "Please leave. Don't disturb the patient."
The man's face turned pale in an instant, and his jaw tightened, showing his anger. But in the end, he didn't say anything and walked away. Along with him, the oppressive atmosphere also disappeared. The nurse let out a long breath and began to tend to Harper's injured hand.
Harper was thinking about what Francis had just said, so she quickly asked, "What about my baby?"
Without looking up, the nurse disinfected with an alcohol swab and replied, "Don’t worry. It's just that your body lacks nutrition, so the fetus’ development is a bit delayed. We'll give you some nutrients through injection."
Harper grabbed the nurse's arm and asked excitedly, "Is my baby still okay?"
The nurse looked at her strangely and said, "Of course."
Harper felt a bit dazed and couldn't believe it.
The nurse continued, "Your husband really surprised me. The young nurses on duty this morning were talking about how handsome and good he is to his wife. I didn't expect him to hit you."
Harper felt embarrassed and explained, "It wasn't him. It was my own carelessness."
The nurse paused, "It wasn't him?"
Harper nodded.
The nurse smiled awkwardly, "I misunderstood him. He really cares about you. He stayed by your side all night."
But Harper wondered if Francis wanted to strangle her when Francis was by her side?
The nurse didn't say anything else. She reattached the needle and left the room.
After a while, there was a steady sound of footsteps outside the door.
Harper felt a bit panicked and instinctively pretended to be asleep by closing her eyes.
Francis entered the room and saw her eyelashes flutter. He chuckled silently.
He thought, ‘She is clumsy.’
He took out the soup, and the room was instantly filled with a delightful aroma.
After a night of turmoil, Harper's appetite was suddenly awakened.
This was the food from her favorite restaurant.
"Get up and eat something," Francis said in a harsh tone.
Harper didn't want to face him and continued to keep her eyes closed, but her stomach betrayed her with a timely growl.
Francis sarcastically snorted, completely shattering Harper's pretending. She had to sit up and prop up the small table to eat.
She could endure the hunger, but the baby couldn't.
But there was a problem now - both of her hands were not convenient for eating.
Seeing that, Francis poured the soup into a small bowl and began to feed her.
Harper looked at his unfriendly expression and hesitated for a moment. "Shouldn't we have the caregiver feed me?"
His sharp gaze swept over her, and he coldly said, "Are you going to eat or not?"
Harper choked for a moment but had no choice but to eat.
Francis had never served anyone before, so he fed Harper patiently. Luckily, she ate in a graceful manner.
At that moment, Francis became interested and wondered if having a daughter who ate as delicately and beautifully as her would be lovely.
After finishing a small bowl, Harper shook her head, indicating that she couldn't eat anymore.
Francis placed the bowl down and pressed a button to call for someone to clean it up.
When they were left in the ward alone, Harper coughed lightly and asked, "Francis, how can I get a divorce?"
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