Chapter 2313 It Was Real
Danrique placed Francesca into the car and said politely to Justin, who had come forward to stop him, “Francesca is my woman, General Jablonski. I will not hurt her.”
“As I was the one who had brought her to Xendale, I am responsible for her safety,” Justin protested firmly. Danrique’s gaze was steely. “She will be safe with me. You are welcome to visit the Lindberg residence if you’re not assured.” “Uh…”
Justin hesitated. He wanted to protect Francesca, not ruin her marriage; she had once declared that Danrique was the man she loved. At last, he relented. “I will hold you accountable if anything happens to her.”
Danrique did not reply but sank into a bow before bringing Francesca away. “Francesca…”
Anthony was about to run after her when Sean gestured him toward another car. Danrique’s men departed with Lincoln’s remains. Francesca felt her head splitting open as if it was about to explode when she finally regained consciousness.
Flashes of Layla and Lincoln meeting their end played over and over again in her mind’s eye. Each one felt like a knife piercing her. “Ms. Felch. Ms. Felch!”
Regaining her composure at the cries of concern, Francesca opened her eyes in a daze and was instinctively disconcerted by Norah’s kind face looming over hers. It felt as if time had stood still several months before the tragedies struck.
Norah wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and asked tenderly, “You’ve been talking in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare? Don’t be scared. Everything is all right now.” Francesca rubbed her eyes. “How long have I been out for?”
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