Chapter 92 As Long as You Agree to Divorce
The atmosphere took a noticeable turn for the worse.
Francis never expected that Harper, who had obediently eaten just a second ago, would suddenly ask him such a question.
Francis glanced at her and sneered, "Are you full now and ready to argue again?"
"Francis, does arguing still make sense for us now?"
So many things had happened between them, and it was impossible for them to be together again.
Harper pursed her lips and said, "Instead of constantly arguing and doubting each other, it's better to resolve things peacefully and break up amicably."
Upon hearing that, Francis laughed lightly, "Break up amicably?"
Harper seemed to see a glimmer of hope and said confidently, "As long as you agree to divorce, I'm open to any conditions."
She only cared about her baby. She couldn't bear to lose her baby.
She knew well that if Francis really didn’t agree, she would never be able to win custody as he had a professional legal team in Getty Group.
His eyes darkened for a moment, and he said coldly, "Harper, are you just trying to leave me and go find that man?"
Harper remained silent, feeling tired of explaining that she had no relationship with Keith.
Since he insisted on believing it, she would just let it be.
Francis's anger rose when he saw she lapsed into silence. He grabbed her chin forcefully, saying coldly, "Harper, you are too naïve, aren’t you? Do you think I would let you get what you want?"
Harper's eyes were moist with tears, and she choked, "What do you want from me?"
"What do I want?"
Francis sneered, showing no mercy in his tone, "I want you to stay by my side, even if it is torture to you."
Harper was in extreme pain. She bit her lip tightly and said weakly, "Is it really meaningful for two people without love to be bound together like this?"
Francis stood up and looked down at her. "I have the final say on whether it's meaningful or not."
Harper felt frustrated. She shouted, "Francis, why can't you let me go?"
She didn't understand.
All she wanted was a peaceful life after the birth of her child. Why was it so difficult?
As Francis watched her in such distress, he couldn't describe what he felt. But he couldn't do as she wished.
"I've already had a blood test done for you, and the results will be out in three days," Francis said.
Harper was shocked. Francis looked at her and said, "If this is my child, then forget about all those thoughts you have. I can't let you leave with my child. But if it's not," Francis paused for a second, his tone turning cold, "If you don't want to have an abortion, I will send the child away."
With that, Francis didn't look back and turned to leave.
Harper felt a chill run through her hands and feet.
She had underestimated his persistence and had regarded Francis as being too dull.
How could he believe everything without verifying and solely relying on an inaccurate test report?
Throughout the whole day, Harper was in a bad mood.
Her mind was consumed with thoughts of how to seize the child.
Sometimes, she felt that fate was truly unfair.
She was pregnant with her child, but it would be taken away if she divorced Francis.
Thinking about that, she felt depressed.
In the evening, Harper reluctantly ate something and lay down. She had to take the fetus’ development into consideration.
But soon, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and her eyes met with that of the one who entered.
She hadn't expected this person to come at night.
Two bodyguards had guarded the door during the day, and yet Francis still came in person at night.
It seemed that he was really afraid that she would run away.
Harper didn't want to think too much about it, as it was a waste of time. So she simply ignored him and turned her face away, pretending not to see him.
Francis raised his eyebrows.
He didn't know why he came here.
He didn’t expect to be ignored by Harper again.
Instantly, anger surged in his heart.
He lifted the covers and got on the bed.
Harper immediately froze. She asked, "Why did you come up here?"
Francis gave a slight scoff, replying naturally, "Why not? Do you think I sat beside your bed all night yesterday?"
Harper resisted it in her heart. After all, they had a fight. Sleeping on the same bed was a bit strange.
The bed was filled with a refreshing fragrance, and Harper mumbled, "Did you take a shower?"
Francis's expression froze for a moment. Of course, he had taken a shower before coming.
He leaned closer to her, embracing her from behind, and grinned, "How about you take a sniff?"
Being so close, Harper could indeed smell the refreshing scent.
She was sure that Francis had taken a shower before coming there.
That cool scent seemed to have seeped into Francis's bones, making him clean and pleasant-smelling all the time.
Francis's hot breath passed over Harper’s soft ear cartilage.
Harper couldn't help but think back to what they had done on the hospital bed before, causing her face and her earlobes to blush.
She couldn't help but say, "Can you move over a bit in that direction?"
Originally, the bed was quite large, but as soon as he got on it, Harper felt that the bed was even smaller than a baby crib.
"No, I can’t," Harper replied without hesitation.
Harper was speechless
She held back her dissatisfaction because she still had something to discuss with him.
"Tomorrow, I want to..."
Francis cut in, "I'll accompany you to visit your grandma’s cemetery."
Harper was stunned. When did he become a mind reader and know exactly what she wanted to say?
It would be seven days since her Grandma died, and she definitely wanted to go to Grandma’s cemetery to show her respect.
But she didn’t expect Francis would want to go with her.
There was a moment of silence.
Suddenly, Francis said, "It was my fault. I didn't know she would leave so suddenly. Otherwise, I would have come back as soon as possible."
Harper didn't expect him to apologize again.
But at this point, she didn’t care about it at all. Her Grandma's death made her once again realize the meaning of the saying, "The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."
Maybe in his eyes, being able to say these things to her was already a humble act.
But the tragedy had happened.
Even if he had dealt with the people who deliberately caused trouble in the hospital, including Amelia, it would not bring them together.
It wouldn't change anything.
Her Grandma would never come back again.
Harper said lightly, "It's all in the past."
Francis knew that this matter hadn't passed yet, and it would still be regret in her heart.
But he believed that he would get her forgiveness sooner or later, as long as she gave him time.
His grip tightened, and even if their remaining days were full of torment, he didn't want to let go of her.
That night, Harper slept well.
When she woke up, Francis was no longer by her side.
She got up and tidied herself before preparing to leave the hospital. Just as she walked out of the door, she accidentally bumped into Francis, who was coming in.
Her body staggered involuntarily.
Francis reached out and held her, pulling her into his arms, displeasedly saying, "Why don't you wait for me?"
Harper thought to herself that it was because she thought he had left.
He was holding breakfast in his hands. Apparently, he had gone to buy breakfast for her.
"Take your time. We can leave after you finish the breakfast."
After they finished their meal, Harper followed Francis into the car.
Just as they sat down, Francis's phone rang.
The car screen clearly displayed that it was a call from Xenia, who was with Chloe.
He didn't avoid it and answered the call.
The car's phone was on speaker, and Xenia's panicked voice came through.
"Mr. Getty, something bad happened. Miss Musk fell down the stairs."
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