Chapter 377 Margaret is Crazy
Luke couldn't throw Terry in jail like that.
"I've got a meeting soon. If you don't have anything important, get out," Luke said coldly after a long silence.
Terry, knowing he was taking a gamble, saw Luke's expression soften slightly and quickly spoke up.
"Luke, I owe you one for this. I'll see you around." He gave Luke a deep look, filled with unspoken words, but only managed to say that one sentence.
Luke snorted, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Terry turned back to grab the stack of financial data, his eyes still glued to Luke's face.
"Don't look at me like that, Terry. If this happens again, it won't be a couple of years in prison," Luke said, leaning back in his chair, exhausted, and sighed deeply in his heart.
"It won't. At most, I slept with a woman who's after you and didn't tell you. You have to believe me, I love you more than Margaret does. If you're really mad, just hit me a couple of times. Go on, hit me here." Terry tried to shake off his frustration and return to his usual playful self with Luke, grinning as he leaned his face closer.
"Get out, get out, now!" Luke, recognizing Terry's attempt to make amends, reverted to his usual disdain and threw a notepad at him.
Meanwhile, Elsa had gone to the psychiatric hospital.
The staff told her that Margaret's mother had a stroke and couldn't take care of Margaret, so Luke had her guardianship. Without Luke's permission, no one could visit her.
Elsa had no choice but to call Luke.
"There are plenty of people watching. I won't do anything to her. Luke, you have to trust me. Just let me in," she assured him over the phone.
After a moment of hesitation, Luke allowed someone to take her inside.
Despite being mentally prepared, Elsa was still shocked when she saw Margaret huddled in a corner of the hospital bed.
In just a few days, Margaret had become gaunt, her cheeks and eyes sunken, her hair tangled like straw, her complexion sallow, and her expression terrified. She was a far cry from the pampered heiress she once was.
Even though most of Margaret's downfall was due to human factors.
"Elsa, stay away!" Margaret screamed as if she had seen a ghost when Elsa entered.
At least she still recognized people, so she wasn't completely insane, Elsa thought, walking over with a cold expression.
"Scared, Ms. Collins? Didn't think about this when you were doing evil?"
She stood over the bed, a cold smile on her face.
"Elsa, you're such a devil! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess! It's all your fault! You'll go to hell!" Margaret shouted, her voice a mix of screams and sobs.
"You wicked woman, devil!"
Elsa frowned at her insults. "Do you think you ended up like this because of your cruelty and evil deeds?"
Elsa asked herself, she had never harmed Margaret, never wished her ill, yet Margaret had constantly caused her trouble, leading to the loss of her unborn child and her marriage.
"You did wrong and got what you deserved. How can you blame the victim?"
"It's you, stop lying!" Margaret suddenly sprang from the bed and lunged at Elsa.
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