Chapter 13
Raymond squinted up at the name tag on the doc's white coat.
It read: [Attending Physician.]
Raymond gave the doc another once-over. He was tall, skinny, and pretty.
Girls were all over that look these days.
The doc checked out Raymond too. Black suit, gold-rimmed glasses, high nose, thin lips. He had a vibe that screamed "big deal."
Honestly, Raymond and Margaret looked like a perfect match.
The doc pursed his lips and asked again, "You her husband?"
Raymond shot back, "Nope!"
"Family then?" The doc wasn't giving up. Margaret's condition was really bad, and he needed to talk to her folks.
Raymond smirked. "You got a thing for her?"
The doc felt a chill from that smile and waved his hand. "I'm married. If you don't know her, forget it. My bad."
He shook his head and walked off. Weird, he could've sworn he heard Raymond mention Margaret to the director earlier. Must've been hearing things.
Two hours later, the OR doors swung open.
Margaret was on a stretcher, getting wheeled out.
The director looked at Raymond with respect. "She's out of danger. Good thing she got here in time. She really went for it, almost hitting an artery."
Raymond cut to the chase, "Can she go home?"
"Better if she stays for a bit, get some nutrients. But if you insist, she can get infusions at home," the director answered.
Raymond nodded, had his assistant Alvin handle the discharge, and took Margaret back to the Hughes Mansion.
He also had Alvin find a caregiver to look after Margaret, making sure she got her meals.
Once everything was set, he bounced from the Hughes Mansion.
In the car, Alvin glanced at Raymond in the back seat. "Mr. Howard, as you asked, all the vids of Mrs. Howard kneeling are gone. The twenty media outlets that covered this matter are out of business now."
Raymond, eyes on his phone, gave a quick order. "Find out who tipped off those media outlets."
Alvin frowned. He'd been with Raymond for a year, saw how coldly he pushed Margaret to divorce.
From his view, Raymond wasn't exactly kind to Margaret. So why was he digging into this? He figured Raymond's indifference meant he'd let it slide.
Alvin took a shot. "Mr. Howard, are you falling in love with Mrs. Howard?"
Raymond's sharp look shut him up. "Don't get nosy."
Alvin nodded, eyes on the road. "Got it."
Raymond stared at the flashing neon lights outside. He thought, 'Love? I just didn't want her to die too soon.'
Margaret woke up in her big bed at home.
Didn't she try to off herself?
Seeing the bandages on her wrists and the needle in her hand, she moved a bit, feeling a sharp pain. So it was real.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.
A cold draft blew in, ruffling her hair on the pillow.
Margaret shivered. She looked up and her eyes were wide in shock.
A middle-aged woman, around forty, with a bit of a chubby face, wearing a plain gray suit, walked in with a bowl of soup and shut the door.
She apologized, "Ms. Hughes, I'm your caregiver Mary Smith. I'll close the door right away, sorry for the cold."
Her tone was respectful.
Margaret was surprised. The Hughes family used to have fifty maids, a butler, and ten drivers, all fired by Raymond. Now a caregiver? Weird.
Margaret asked, "Who sent you?"
Mary replied, "Mr. Howard sent me to take care of you."
Mary handed her the soup. "Ms. Hughes, I made this soup. Want some?"
Hearing Raymond's name, Margaret instantly thought of the million bucks for medical expenses.
Did Raymond give Nancy the money?
"Where's Raymond? Tell him to come see me!" Margaret demanded urgently.
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