Chapter 287

No one knew whether it was all setup or not, but the debt collectors were exceptionally audacious. Painted all over the exterior of the house was a layer of red. The old house left behind by Granny Green wss something we could never sell, as it was the root of the Green family. But Harper really couldn't get her hands on 400,000. She'd been working for just over a year, and when she broke up with Steward, she didn't take anything with her. Her aunt had a knack for making a scene. If she didn't get her money, she'd force her younger siblings to kneel down and bow to her. Harper was helpless against her. Harper did consider borrowing money from Giselle, but she didn't articulate her thoughts when they came to her mouth. It wasn't that she couldn't say it. Rather, under her aunt and uncle's greedy gaze, she didn't want them to triumph. When the debt collectors couldn't wait any longer, a group of them, wielding weapons, stormed in. They pinned Harper's constantly gambling uncle to the ground. In small places, there always seemed to be people who were brutish and didn't respect the law. In their eyes, whoever was more aggressive was more in the right. Harper tried to call the police, but her phone was snatched away and smashed on the ground. Inside the house, the cries of two children and a woman reverberated loudly. The man on the ground pleaded miserably, howling~ The intimidating debt collectors threatened, "If you don't pay back the money today, we'll set the house on fire." However, the world was always filled with unexpected turn of events— A man dressed in dark-colored, long windbreaker appeared in the yard of the old house and said, “How much is it? I will pay." Harper felt as if she was in a movie. Suffering and danger were just used to set the mood. Some people, they just made their entrance against the light. The noble and handsome Will was oddly mismatched with the overgrown weeds and broken courtyard of this small town. Yet, here he was. "Mr. Frankie." Harper's words sparked a faint smile on Will’s lips. He said, "Finding you wasn't easy." Having said this, he dusted the leaves from the courtyard off his clothes. Harper was still in a daze while the aunt inside the house was the first one to regain her senses, "Are you really going to help us pay off the debt?" The aunt examined the man standing before her. He was someone one could only see on television. He wasn’t Harper's ex-boyfriend, but it didn't matter. What was important was that this man, like the other one, seemed quite wealthy at first glance. Will’s aura of wealth pleased everyone, including the creditor, except for Harper who wore a worried expression. "Mr. Frankie," Harper said, “I will find a way to settle the money myself." Will approached her, and said, "If it can be resolved quickly, then it should be handled at the fastest speed." Afterwards, he turned his gaze towards the people in the house. "How much?" "Four hundred... No, five hundred thousand." Seeing someone ready to pay, Auntie wildly inflated the price. What was previously forty became five hundred thousand. "Auntie!" Harper cast a sharp look her way. Auntie backpedaled a bit, "Forty, forty thousand. Really, your boyfriend is so rich, yet he doesn't want to spend more to favor us." Harper ignored her, turning back to Will, "Mr. Frankie, I will definitely repay you as soon as possible." Will said, "No rush." He thought, perhaps, one day, what was his would also become hers. While repaying the debt, Harper made her gambling-addicted uncle and auntie sign a contract. This money, Harper did not donate freely, but in return, she wanted the complete ownership of Grandma Green's old house. She used these forty thousand to buy what they could inherit. To Harper's uncle and aunt, this was a great deal. The old house wasn't valuable. Here, the house could probably sell for a little over a hundred thousand. They would only get a few tens of thousands from that. Trading a few tens of thousands for forty thousand, only a fool would not sign. After finishing affairs back home, Harper returned to Finceland city. When she came, she was alone. Upon her return, Will was accompanying her. Economy class! Compared to first-class, Will was visibly uncomfortable in the cramped economy section. Seeing his slightly restrained movements, Harper suggested, "Mr. Frankie, why don't you upgrade?" Will asked, "Will you upgrade with me?" Harper said, "I don't need it." She currently owed a 'huge' external debt, financially not permitting. Will adjusted his seat, and said, "Then that's settled, I want to experience what economy class feels like." On the return journey, Will asked Harper, "How about the thing I told you before?" Harper was somewhat unclear. Realizing her confusion, Will reminded, "The matter of working in Frystonia." Apparently, that was it. Harper initially intended to refuse. Having settled her affairs, her job was naturally retained. But before she could speak, Will said, "You might want to stay in a familiar place, but this work environment is not suitable for you. You're not good at handling anything outside your profession. Staying here with the hope of good progress based merely on merit is difficult. You should also clearly understand that your hospital will not cover you. Rather than being bogged down by petty worries, why not break free? In Frystonia, you can work peacefully. You'll have plenty of learning opportunities and possibly become a top-notch surgeon. I believe this is what you genuinely desire." The refusal was at the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it back. Every single word of Will hit home for Harper. Indeed, this was what she wanted. .... Returning to Finceland city, Harper arranged a meeting with Giselle without any delay. Giselle, who arrived for the appointment, was dressed in the latest fashion with the most exquisite makeup on. Even so, she could not hide from Harper's discerning eyes. "While I was not in Finceland, something happened to you, didn't it?" Giselle, realizing that she had been found out, didn't bother to hide anything. She shared everything that had transpired in the recent period with Harper. After Harper listened, she didn't ask other questions, only these. "Have you started experiencing insomnia?" "Have you had uncontrollable emotional breakdowns anytime and anywhere?" "Do you feel life has lost its meaning? Have you thought about giving up on yourself?" Faced with a series of these questions, Giselle paused for a moment, then shook her head, "No." "Don't lie to me," Harper stared at her, "You don't look alright." Giselle just laughed, "What do you mean not alright?" "Your eyes seem vacant," Harper pointed out. In reality, Giselle's eyes had always been her most expressive feature, always sparkling with life. Giselle blinked, then sighed and admitted, "You're too perceptive. I am suffering a bit from insomnia, but it's alright, not too severe." Hearing her downplay the issue, Harper still remained concerned. "You know your body best, if you feel odd, go to the hospital early, understand?" Giselle nodded, "Don't worry, I won't let myself end up in such a situation." That would be too terrifying. When your emotions are beyond your control, when you fall into despair anytime and anywhere. It is truly, truly terrifying. "What about Maverick?" Harper finally asked about Maverick. Giselle lowered her eyes, "He's very disappointed in me." These past two days after returning from the hospital, Maverick barely spoke to her. He slept in the guest room, and several times in the middle of the night, Giselle saw that the study room light was still on. She knew, she had hurt Maverick's heart. "Sorry." She had said this too many times but she also knew, it's the most useless. She did not want to say it anymore because she knew Maverick did not want to hear it either.