Chapter 100 Numb and Senseless
She took a quick look around. The road was so narrow, only one car could squeeze through.
Next to it was this huge veggie field, all wrapped up in the night’s thick darkness, giving off this endless vibe of peace and emptiness.
Not a soul in sight, not even a car.
Margaret’s hand was full of tiny glass shards, hurting so bad that tears were streaming down her face.
Getting up was a struggle; her arm was dislocated. She needed to get out of there and hit up a hospital, fast.
Even though it was early spring, the night was still freezing cold.
She had on a pair of sneakers, struggling to move forward.
The soles were rock hard, and she could feel her feet from the cold.
What now?
Where the hell was she?
Margaret let out a bitter smile. Raymond must really hate her guts to dump her in such a deserted place.
A black car backed up towards her.
She didn’t need to look to know who it was.
Raymond honked, signaling her to get in.
Margaret had calmed down, but seeing his annoying face behind the wheel, her anger flared up again.
He had just kicked her out, and now he wanted her back in.
Did he think she was some kind of toy?
Holding back her anger, Margaret kept walking. Raymond turned the car, blocking her path. The window rolled down, and the door unlocked.
His voice was colder than a winter night. "Margaret, I don’t have time for your tantrums. Get in the car!"
This tone was new since Marlon’s incident.
He used to spoil her.
Even though this wasn’t the first time he acted like this, Margaret still felt the sting. So this was the real Raymond.
What she liked was all just a fantasy.
Margaret turned and walked the other way. She didn’t know where she was going; she just felt wronged and stifled.
Blood dripped silently from her fingers, leaving red spots on the ground.
"If you really want me to kill your dad, take one more step and see what happens!"
His tone was still arrogant and full of disgust.
Margaret’s foot froze mid-step and then retracted.
Raymond, that jerk, had no other tricks besides using Marlon to threaten her?
But now she got it and didn’t blame him as much because this was Marlon’s debt to Raymond.
Margaret obediently turned around and got back in the passenger seat.
No one said a word the whole way.
The silence was suffocating.
Raymond drove to the hospital and took her to the emergency room.
She had planned to go to the hospital anyway; the pain in her arm and hand was unbearable.
So she didn’t play hard to get.
The doctor set her dislocated arm, making her cry out in pain.
Raymond leaned against the wall, watching coldly, his eyes still full of disdain.
The doctor then used tweezers to pick out the glass shards from her hand, disinfected the wounds, applied medication, and bandaged them.
The whole process was smooth and efficient.
After she was bandaged, Raymond walked ahead indifferently, way ahead of her.
She didn't bother trying to keep up with him, just stood there quietly. She knew that even if she did catch up, things would never be the same.
What separated them wasn't just the length of this hallway.
It was two completely different lives.
She got it now.
She understood Raymond's betrayal, his hatred, and his grudge against the Hughes family. If she were in his shoes, she might hate just as deeply, maybe even want to kill.
Leaving the hospital, Raymond still didn't look back, heading straight for the black car parked outside.
His back was straight, dressed in a sharp black outfit.
But to her, he looked lonely, tired, yet still pushing through.
"Raymond," Margaret called out. "Thanks for telling me the truth today. And thanks for taking me to the hospital."
He stopped in his tracks.
If it weren't for his ride, she'd still be stuck back there.
"I only did it to mess with you more; don't read into it." He sneered and walked away.
Raymond didn't drive off right away but sat in the passenger seat, staring at Margaret as she crossed the road.
His eyes were filled with a complexity that no one else could understand.
He picked up his phone and called Alvin. "Keep an eye on Margaret."
"Yes, sir."
Back at Hughes Manor, Margaret curled up in the corner of her bed, not bothering to turn on the lights. The room was pitch dark.
She hugged her knees, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
In her mind, Marlon was always a good father.
He always taught her to be kind and do good deeds.
Every year, Marlon did charity work. A big donation from him helped build the teaching building at her university.
Over the years, eighty percent of the poor college students in Silverbrook were sponsored by Marlon.
Margaret never expected that Marlon, who seemed so noble, had such a dark side.
He would hit and run and, to avoid criminal responsibility, have Percy commit murder.
Margaret suddenly realized that Marlon's intense charity work started around the time of Raymond's parents' accident.
This wasn't a coincidence; she couldn't lie to herself anymore.
Marlon did charity work because he felt guilty.
So Marlon recognized Raymond as his godson, brought him into the Hughes Family, made him her bodyguard, and even married her to Raymond, all to atone for his sins.
Marlon thought marriage could dissolve Raymond's hatred, but he was totally wrong.
Marlon probably thought Raymond genuinely liked her and would treat her well.
Margaret didn't sleep all night, watching the room go from pitch black to gradually light.
The snow had fallen all night and showed no signs of stopping.
How ridiculous.
She had said Marlon was innocent and that she would give Raymond and his parents an explanation, but she was wrong.
Margaret bought a plane ticket and went back to Ironwood Lane.
She arrived at the graves of Raymond's parents.
Since it wasn't her first time, she remembered where their graves were.
The snow was falling heavier, covering everything in a blinding, oppressive white.
Margaret's cheeks and nose were red from the cold, and she sniffled.
She respectfully bowed three times.
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