Chapter 849 I Want to Die So Badly
Francis gripped the wheelchair's armrests tightly, preventing his fists from smashing into Guadalupe's disgusting face.
He used all his strength to suppress his overwhelming anger. "Get out!!"
Guadalupe looked at his flushed face and, instead of getting angry, laughed. He glanced at his watch and then turned his gaze back to Francis. "A little temper now and then is cute, but the next time you see me, you'd better put away that aggressive attitude. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do. You know me, I have a bad temper. If I do something you don't like, don't blame me."
With that, he left a threatening look and turned to leave the villa.
Guadalupe had been personally handling business in Capital City, these past few days and was very busy. Tonight, he just took some time to check on Francis, but Francis didn't give him a good face.
Now that he had taught Francis a lesson, he naturally had to go back to his work.
He had no interest in having dinner with this family.
Sarah leaned against the corner in shock, her mind racing. Could it be that these two are really as she thought?
That kind of argument just now was very familiar to her.
When she first returned to Capital City, she and Antonio had arguments just like that.
Sarah swallowed hard, trying to digest this unbelievable revelation. But thinking back to previous events and the strange atmosphere between the two, she realized this explained everything.
Sarah took a few deep breaths, just recovering from her shock, when she heard the sound of a wheelchair nearby, making it impossible to avoid.
It was too late to run, so she had to pretend to be calm, straightening up from the wall and pretending she was exercising. "Francis, isn't the night beautiful tonight? I ate a bit too much, so I came out to move around."
Francis frowned. At this moment, her exaggerated stretching and the high bulge of her belly made her look ridiculous and clumsy, clearly indicating one fact.
Sarah had heard the conversation just now, maybe not all of it.
But enough to confirm the unspeakable relationship between him and that pervert Guadalupe.
Francis's bloodshot eyes seemed about to pop out as he stared at Sarah. After a long time, his overwhelming shame and humiliation were well buried, like being buried in a grave.
Francis had once naively thought he could hide this relationship well, without Antonio and Sarah finding out.
But he forgot that Guadalupe was a ticking time bomb.
When it would explode depended entirely on his mood.
To Guadalupe, he was just a pet. How could he decide his own fate?
But now that Sarah had discovered it, so he decided to let it be discovered.
Francis's eyes held many emotions, swaying with the shadows in the dim night, finally turning into deep pain and helplessness, with a bitter smile on his lips. "Do you really think the night is beautiful?"
Sarah laughed awkwardly, "Of course it is!"
"Really? Then why does such a beautiful night make me feel like dying?" His voice was light, like it would dissipate in the wind, or like he was talking to himself.
In any case, it didn't sound like he was chatting about the weather. It was eerie and resentful.
Sarah froze, repeatedly observing his expression, realizing the pain was real.
'Francis wants to commit suicide? Because of Guadalupe?' She thought.
This discovery shocked her even more. After all, Francis was Antonio's older brother, someone he truly considered family.
If Francis really committed suicide, wouldn't Antonio be devastated?
Sarah suddenly felt that all her pretense was meaningless. She put down her act and took two steps forward, organizing her words in her mind, "Francis, how can you think like that? Look, our family is reunited now, and Ryan has recognized you."
She tried to make her tone light, "And besides, there are many people like you abroad, right? It's okay."
Francis looked at her deeply, "So you did hear."
Realizing he was testing her just now, Sarah awkwardly touched her nose, "Francis, I'm sorry, I swear, I really didn't mean to!"
Since Francis had already exposed it, there was no need to pretend anymore, "I was worried he would bully you, so I came out to check. I didn't expect..."
Francis was indeed being bullied by Guadalupe.
Francis was silent for a while, then sighed lightly. "Sarah, would you mind taking a walk with me?"
Sarah was stunned for a moment, "I don't mind!"
She knew that at this moment, Francis probably had something on his mind to share. After all, such things seemed impossible to discuss with Antonio. Otherwise, Francis wouldn't have tried to hide his relationship with Guadalupe these past few days.
He definitely didn't want Antonio to know about his entanglement with that pervert Guadalupe.
Sarah stepped forward to push the wheelchair slowly, racking her brain for comforting words: "Francis, don't worry. If you don't want others to know about this, I can pretend I didn't hear anything. I will keep it a secret for you!"
After all, she had accidentally stumbled upon Francis's private matter. Although Sarah was shocked, she had no intention of spreading it. Whether to tell or not should be Francis's decision.
Moreover, Francis's words just now seemed to reveal that he was forced by Guadalupe.
The yard was very quiet, with only the sound of insects chirping.
This tranquility gave a false sense of happiness.
Francis didn't speak for a long time, so long that Sarah thought he would remain silent, but then she heard his heavy and ethereal voice from the front. "Actually, there's nothing to hide. It's just that my relationship with him is so absurd that I can't bring myself to tell Antonio."
Such matters were beyond the judgment of outsiders.
Sarah didn't interrupt, sensing he wasn't finished.
Francis chuckled lightly, as if mocking himself, "Even I didn't expect that Guadalupe, who gave me a second life, would cruelly take away my freedom, often making me feel I shouldn't have survived."
Sarah asked, "Why? Isn't surviving a good thing?"
"But meeting some people isn't necessarily a good thing." Francis smiled bitterly, his clear voice finally finding an outlet for his grievances. "Guadalupe saved me back then and has been treating my hopeless legs. But in the process, he gradually changed. He started controlling my life, forcing me to live with him, and even..."
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