Chapter 594 He Is At Death''s Door


    In the Pine House, the real Harper was asleep. She had been feeling drowsy and sleepy a lot in recent


    days. The heavy rain made her even more eager to sleep. She fell asleep after breakfast and hadn''t


    awoken yet.


    Fred and Forsythia were standing guard outside. It was a strange time, with a fake Harper in the


    Phoenix House, but the real Harper didn''t seem to be worried at all. However, Fred and Forsythia


    dared not rx even the slightest bit when Harper was sleeping.


    When Francis, supported by Owen, appeared in the rain, Forsythia was shocked to see him. Then she


    turned her head aside, as if something hade to her mind all of a sudden, pretending that she


    hadn''t seen him. Fred didn''t even raise his eyebrows from the moment he saw him. He just turned a


    blind eye to Francis'' embarrassment and difficulty.


    Francis'' eyes lit up slightly at the sight of Forsythia, as if something was about to spill over his eyes. He


    gestured for Owen to help him enter the Pine House.


    "Is Uncle Matthew here?" Francis asked in a feeble voice. He looked disheveled and out of sorts.


    Forsythia simply snorted, without uttering a word in reply. Fred answered in a cold voice, "His Highness


    has not yete back."


    "Is Aunt Harper here?" Francis asked. Somehow, he sensed that the Pine House was not empty, and


    the person inside was the real Harper.


    Fred was at a loss for words when he heard that, because he was a poor liar. Meanwhile, Forsythia


    said in anger, "Her Highness is in the Phoenix House. You havee to the wrong ce."


    "I have already been to the Phoenix House. The person inside is not Aunt Harper." Francis started


    coughing again. He coughed so violently that he could hardly straighten up, and it was very difficult for


    Owen to hold him up. However, Owen was shocked to hear what Francis had said since he had noticed


    nothing wrong with that Harper.


    Forsythia was astonished by Francis'' words too, for she hadn''t thought an outsider would be able to


    identify the woman in the Phoenix House as a fake Harper. For a moment, she wasn''t sure how to reply


    to Francis.


    "Miss Forsythia, Prince Francis has been feeling ufortable for a few days, and he was caught in


    the rain for a long time today. Please report to Her Highness and ask her to see Prince Francis in


    person," Owen pleaded.


    Turning her face to one side, Forsythia said stubbornly, "Her Highness is in the Phoenix House."


    "All right, I heard you. Her Highness is in the Phoenix House. But will you let Prince Francis see the


    person in this house now?" Owen said anxiously. Francis now could hardly stand steadily and might


    pass out at any time. He was too weak to endure this torment.


    Forsythia shifted her eyes to Fred, but Fred just stood still as if he hadn''t heard anything. She


    remembered Harper''s suspicions. At the thought that Francis, who was in front of her, might be the


    backstage mastermind of the plot against Harper, Forsythia dared not let hime in even if he looked


    like he might fall to the ground at any moment.


    Seeing Forsythia turn her head away and refuse to speak again, Owen immediately knelt down and


    pleaded, "Miss Forsythia, Prince Francis'' body really can''t bear it. I beg you. Please report to Her


    Highness and see if she is willing to see Prince Francis. I beg you. Please."


    Francis felt extremely unsteady and couldn''t see clearly. But he was determined not to fall down.


    Harper''s smiling face and voice came to his mind. He felt heartbroken by the thought that he might


    never see her face or hear her voice ever again.


    Half asleep, Harper heard people arguing outside. Drowsily, she asked, "Forsythia, what happened?


    What''s that noise outside?"


    Forsythia suddenly stiffened when she heard Harper''s voice. She knew it was because of Owen''s loud


    voice that Harper was awakened. "Sir, nothing happened. Please go back to sleep. I was just driving


    the chattering sparrows away."


    "Your Highness, I''m Owen. Prince Francis is about to die. I beg you. Please see..." Owen shouted,


    heedless of everything else, as soon as he heard the voice from inside. However, before he could finish


    his words, Forsythia mped him by the neck.


    "If you don''t pipe down, I''ll cut off your tongue!"


    Finally Harper woke up and became lucid. She got up and put her clothes on. When she opened the


    door, she felt the chill outside. She saw Forsythia with her hands mped on Owen''s neck, while


    another man dressed in white was lying on the ground, struggling to stand up but failing.


    Harper took a step forward, but Fred stopped her immediately. "It''s cold and wet outside..."


    Harper took an umbre and opened it, striding over to the man on the ground. Seeing that Harper


    come out, Forsythia hastily released her grip on Owen''s neck. Owen fell to the ground, gasping


    violently for air, but even in that state he crawled towards Francis right away and tried to support him.


    Harper frowned to see the terribly weakened Francis, who was lying on the ground. For a moment, she


    was unsure how to react. Meanwhile, Owen helped Francis stand up.


    Francis smiled innocently when he saw the person standing in front of him and frowning, though he


    himself looked extremely disheveled at the moment. His sincerity was revealed inly by his eyes.


    "Aunt Harper, you finally agree to see me."


    Harper frowned tightly while looking at the drenched Francis. "Were you trying to die?"


    Francis stumbled and looked at Harper with embarrassment. Something spilled over his eyes. It was


    hard to tell whether the liquid on his face was tears or just rainwater, since it was raining heavily. "Aunt


    Harper, what the point of my life?"


    Harper was dumbstruck by his words. Francis stopped walking to her when he was only a step away


    from her. He looked pathetic and smiled bitterly, "Aunt Harper, tell me, why is it him?"


    Harper had no idea what was wrong with Francis at that moment. However, she was still sure that he


    had something to do with the Scarlet Devils, and the Scarlet Devils were directly involved in framing


    Alexander. She couldn''t stand to see a loved one framed.


    "I don''t know what you are talking about," Harper said in a very low voice. It rained frequently in spring,


    and nobody knew when it would stop. Unable to bear it any longer, Francis swayed and fell to the


    ground.


    "Francis," Harper eximed in shock. She strode forward in order to catch him, but as a man, Francis


    was too heavy for her. As a result, Harper couldn''t keep him off the ground, even though with the help


    of Owen. She could only half kneel on the ground and support him. The oiled paper umbre had


    already fallen out of her hand.


    Putting his head on Harper''s shoulder, Francis mumbled, "Aunt Harper, why? Why does Father want to


    kill me? Why does he want to kill me? I''m his son, the child of his blood! He hates me. Aunt Harper, will


    you abandon me?"


    Harper instantly understood that Francis knew it was the emperor who had poisoned him. She told


    Fred then to help Francis into the house. By then, Francis had already passed out. The feelings in


    Harper''s heart wereplicated. She felt pity for Francis, but she knew clearly that she felt no other


    sort of warmth towards him.


    "Forsythia, prepare some hot water for Francis to take a bath. Fred, fetch some of Matthew''s clothes


    for Francis. And tell the cook to prepare some ginger soup for him."


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    "Yes, Your Highness."


    Before long, Fred came back with a fresh set of clothes that Matthew had never worn. He also brought


    a set of servant''s clothes for Owen. He gave them to Owen, who changed clothes quickly. Then with


    the help of Fred, Owen took the wet clothes off Francis.


    Forsythia told the servants to put some hot water in a bathtub. Fred threw Francis into it. Seeing that,


    Owen cast him a resentful re. However, Fred''s bandaged face looked so frightening that Owen


    dared not protest. He could do nothing but bathe Francis in a sulky manner.


    Meanwhile, Harper entered her room and changed out of her wet clothes. When she came out, she


    looked at Forsythia and asked, "How long has Francis been in the mansion?"


    "About four hours."


    "He has been outside in the rain all the time?" Harper asked in dismay.


    Shaking her head, Forsythia said, "He waited in the front hall for two hours and then stood in the rain


    outside the Phoenix House for two hours. It hasn''t been long since he came here. He knows that the


    person in the Phoenix House is an imposter."


    Harper was quite surprised to hear that. Even her own personal maids didn''t know that the woman in


    the Phoenix House was an imposter, except for Nina who already found out the truth when she noticed


    there was something wrong. She wondered how Francis had identified that woman as a fake Harper.


    "Did he meet the person in the Phoenix House?"


    "That woman came out and said a few brief words to Prince Francis. Then Prince Francis came to the


    Pine House," Fred answered. "I inquired about it. That woman didn''t say anything special. She simply


    told Prince Francis to go home."


    Suddenly, Owen''s voice emerged from behind the folding screen, calling for help. Fred went there,


    helped Owen take Francis out of the bathtub, dressed him in clean and dry clothes, and put him on a


    soft bed.


    Seeing Francis'' deathly pale face as if he had little time left to live, Owen felt distressed and angry. He


    cast Harper a sullen re. However, Harper looked unfamiliar and wore man''s clothes at that moment.


    Not knowing whether he should continue to re at her or withdraw his sight, he felt his eyes twitched.


    Sitting on the side of the soft bed, Harper began to feel Francis'' pulse. She nced at Owen and said,


    "You are Francis'' personal servant, but you made him like this. I think he should get rid of you,"


    When Owen heard this, his eyes turned red right away. He believed that Francis would not have gone


    through all this suffering if Harper hadn''t refused to see him.


    "If Your Highness hadn''t refused to see Prince Francis so stubbornly, he would not have been like this,"


    Owen said.


    "So it''s all my fault?" Harper asked, looking at Owen with her meaningful eyes. "Who do you think you


    are? Do you have any tie with me? And who do you think I am, a pet? Do you think I''m obligated to see


    you whenever you want to see me?"


    Owen opened his mouth, but couldn''t say anything in response. Harper was right. He had forgotten that


    she had noble status and he could not demand her attention whenever he wanted. But still, he believed


    that Harper was to be med for making Francis wait for four hours.


    "Your Highness, how is Prince Francis?" Owen just asked, since he knew he was in the wrong.


    "He is at death''s door."


    "What?" Owen eximed. He became weak in the knees from shock and fright. He promptly knelt


    down in front of Harper. "Please, Your Highness, please save Prince Francis. He has been in poor


    health for many days. He even spat blood out a few days ago. He told me not to tell Your Highness


    about it. Please, please save him!"


    Looking at Owen, with his face covered in tears and snot, Harper said in disgust, "If you don''t let go of


    me to cure him, your master will die for sure!"