Chapter 125 I'm Afraid I Can't Control Missing You
Margaret pressed her lips together.
He leaned against the door frame, a faint smile playing on his lips, looking pretty pleased with himself.
Margaret thought, 'Is he really that happy just because I amgoing to do what he wants?'
"Anyway, I won't let you down," Margaret said, shifting her gaze to the half-peeled potato in her hand.
Her condition had gotten worse, and it wouldn't be long before Margaret would be gone from this world.
At her funeral, Raymond'd probably laugh out loud with relief, finally getting his wish of her being dead.
"What did you wish for?" Raymond asked, clearly satisfied with her answer.
Margaret blinked. "If I tell you, it won't come true."
Margaret thought, 'Raymond, I wish for my family's safety and for you to stay healthy and let go of your hatred. Despite everything you've done, I still love you.'
Margaret watched Raymond put down his glass and turn to leave, screaming desperately in her heart.
As he turned to go, a hint of relief crossed Raymond's face.
His wish was to have a child with Margaret. Maybe, as the child grew, he could let go of his hatred and return to the happy times they had a year ago.
Through his recent probing, he felt more at ease. She still liked him and wanted to have his child. How could someone as obsessed with him as Margaret suddenly stop liking him?
The hardest thing to control was emotions. Take him for instance; he initially intended to despise her and torment her, but he gradually realized that hatred left him exhausted and completely hollowed out.
He began to miss the days before Marlon's incident. Back then, he and Margaret had a happy life.
The next morning, Margaret got up early and busied herself in the kitchen.
When Raymond got up, he saw a steaming breakfast on the table.
The previously cold and empty apartment now felt cozy and welcoming.
"Hurry up and wash up. Breakfast is ready." After setting the table, Margaret pulled out a chair for Raymond.
He stayed indifferent, washed up, sat down, picked up a sandwich, and started eating.
Margaret didn't start any conversation either. The phone on the table dinged.
She glanced at it; it was a message from the doctor: [Come for the abortion at 9 AM sharp. Everything is arranged. Your body can't wait any longer. Remember that.]
Margaret pressed her lips together, held her phone, and replied with a heavy heart. [Alright.]
"Who messaged you?" Raymond noticed her expression and asked coldly.
Margaret turned off her phone and lied, "My mom said my dad's recovery isn't going well."
She thought he would gloat, but after a moment, he said, "You don't need to go to work these days. Take care of your health first."
She was a bit stunned by his words. It was the first time he showed such concern for her; he even gave her a few days off.
It must have been her answer last night that satisfied him.
After the abortion, she indeed needed rest.
Margaret took a sip of oatmeal. "Thank you."
"Just keep your word from last night." Raymond's intention was for her to have his child.
He thought she understood.
But she misunderstood. "I will do as you wish."
Even though she was afraid of death, she couldn't escape it this time.
Without Raymond's reminder and eager anticipation, Margaret would still meet her end.
Her only remaining value now was to do whatever she could for the Hughes family and her parents.
Raymond didn't say much more. After finishing breakfast, he changed into a suit, put on his watch, sat on the bench in the hallway, slipped into the shiny black leather shoes Margaret had polished, and left for the office with his briefcase.
After breakfast, Margaret cleaned up the house and then took a cab to the hospital.
Before heading out, she packed a backpack with a water bottle, towel, and a change of clothes since she needed to stay in the hospital for a few days after the abortion. She had to come up with an excuse to fool Raymond.
At the hospital, the doctor sighed with relief when he saw her. "You finally came. I thought you wouldn't show up today."
"How could I not? My body can't afford any more delays, can it?" Margaret replied with a bitter smile.
Following the instructions, she arrived at the door of the abortion room.
The benches were full of young girls. Some were with their boyfriends, some with family members.
An elderly woman was weeping, covering her mouth, cursing her daughter for not maintaining her respectability, for being deceived by a rogue, becoming pregnant, and now the man refused to marry her. She had no choice but to bring her daughter for an abortion.
Seeing them, Margaret thought of Ashley.
A bad guy had also deceived Ashley, but because her belly was too big, she missed the window for an abortion.
A middle-aged woman next to Margaret started chatting, "Why isn't your husband with you?"
"He's busy," Margaret said, pressing her lips together.
The woman frowned, indignant. "He still should be here with you. Pregnancy isn't just your responsibility."
Margaret didn't respond.
"Why are you having an abortion? You look young; it isthe best age for having kids," the woman said.
Margaret smiled bitterly. "Because I'm sick, my body can't handle it."
"That's really unfortunate." The woman looked at her sympathetically, then sighed. "Everyone has their own struggles and hardships. Who isn't unfortunate in some way?"
Margaret deeply resonated with this; everyone had their own difficulties.
Margaret was wearing a thick down jacket, looking quite bulky. Merely observing her abdomen, one could not discern at all that she was with child.
Margaret, contemplating the unborn child who was soon to be aborted, felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. Rubbing her abdomen, she murmured softly, "Baby, your mother is useless. You haven't even had the chance to be born, to open your eyes and see this world, and yet you are to be aborted by your mother's own hands. If there's a next life, come to Mommy's womb again, okay? Mommy will make it up to you and give you all my love. Don't be afraid. Mommy will come to find you soon.""
Just then, Sarah, passing by the entrance, saw Margaret sitting on the bench outside the abortion room, lost in thought, looking sorrowful. Margaret didn't notice Sarah's presence.
Sarah clenched her fists in jealousy. That bitch Margaret, pregnant?
She had been by Raymond's side for so many years, and he never touched her. Margaret, who was the daughter of Raymond's enemy Marlon, was pregnant?
But if Margaret were pregnant with Raymond's child, how could she secretly have an abortion? Did Margaret cheat, or did Raymond force her to abort?
Sarah took out her phone and dialed Raymond's number.
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