Chapter 130 Accompaniment is the Longest Confession of Love
This was the first time in a year he’d given her roses.
Back when they first started dating, during a fight, she’d told him her favorite flower was the rose because it symbolized romantic love. If he ever made her mad, he should buy her a bunch of red roses, and she’d know it was his way of saying sorry.
Margaret never thought he’d remember that. A basket of roses was placed by him on the coffee table in front of her.
He walked over, plopped down on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette, and was about to light it when he remembered smoking was bad for the baby she was carrying. So, he crushed the cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray.
Then, with a blank look, he said, "Give birth to this child. The divorce remains valid. Once we've divorced, our deal is concluded. Then you disappear from my life."
His voice was ice-cold, no warmth at all.
Margaret clutched the blanket tighter around her. So, she was just a baby-making tool for him?
Raymond said, "I’ll change the deal. You have the baby, and I’ll raise it. I’ll still help your family, like I promised. I’ll have Alvin arrange for Mary to take care of your meals during your pregnancy starting tomorrow."
After Raymond finished talking, he started to get up.
But Margaret, with a bitter smile, said, "You’re going to marry Sarah, so why do you need this baby?"
"My decisions don’t need your approval." Raymond shot back without even looking at her. " I do not wish to see a repeat of today's incidents. Margaret, if anything happens to this baby, I’ll make sure the Hughes Family goes down with it!"
Margaret felt a heavy weight on her chest hearing that.
He was really cruel, spending time with Sarah and then using her family to force her to have a baby!
How could this baby possibly be born? Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t; her body wouldn’t allow it.
"Raymond, I’ll say it again, this baby can’t come into this world," Margaret murmured.
As soon as she said it, he turned around, walked up to her, and grabbed her chin, smiling coldly."You have no right to negotiate with me! Margaret, this is your last chance to save the Hughes Family!"
Her chin hurt from his grip. The pain brought tears to her eyes.
Raymond’s expression was complicated as he suddenly let go of her chin and headed to the bathroom.
"Raymond, I have something to tell you." Margaret bit her lip; she needed to tell him she was in the late stages of liver cancer!
Raymond said, "Didn’t you say you didn’t want to talk?"
Margaret said, "I really have something important to tell you."
"Tell me after I shower," Raymond said coldly and went to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, hitting the tiled floor.
Margaret took off the thin blanket from her knees, got up from the sofa, and walked to the master bedroom in her slippers.
There was a locked drawer in the master bedroom. She used a key to open it, revealing a diary. There was also a stack of documents about her medical condition.
She took out the documents and began to read them. The documents showed that her health condition had severely deteriorated, to the point where surgery was almost impossible.
She didn’t know how Raymond would react when he saw these documents.
Would he be relieved, or would he pity her and let her have an abortion?
Margaret took out the diary and opened it; she hadn't written in it for ages. But today felt like a day worth jotting down.
She grabbed the pen clipped to the diary and wrote: [Countdown: 15 days. I'm pregnant and need to have an abortion quickly to live a few more days. Today, I need to tell Raymond that I'm sick. I hope the mute child is found soon, and I hope to receive Ashley's gift soon. I also hope Raymond lives a healthy and happy life.]
Just as she finished writing, the bathroom door swung open.
Margaret quickly capped the pen, closed the diary, and put it back in the drawer.
When Raymond walked into the master bedroom, he saw her hastily locking the drawer. His eyes turned cold, and he walked over, saying, "What are you locking up? Is there something you don't want me to see?"
"Nothing. Raymond, if you want to see, I can open it for you now," Margaret said, clutching the key tightly.
She opened her palm, revealing the key, saying, "The key is here. Do you want to see?"
Raymond glanced at the key for a few seconds, then he looked at Margaret's pale face.
He figured this drawer held her secrets, probably something about the little mute.
What good would it do to open it? It would only make him mad and escalate things.
He could destroy everything related to the mute child, but he couldn't control Margaret's longing for the kid!
"You better keep it hidden, so it doesn't dirty my eyes!" Raymond sneered, holding a towel and wiping the water droplets from his hair.
Margaret forced a bitter smile. So he didn't want to know her secrets at all. He probably wasn't interested in her illness.
Margaret felt deeply disappointed.
Raymond asked, "What did you want to tell me earlier?"
"Nothing," Margaret said, lowering her eyes and smiling bitterly.
Raymond said, "Good. Change your clothes, and let's go out to eat."
Margaret said, "I can cook for myself."
"Margaret, I don't want to repeat myself. You have ten minutes. If you're not dressed in ten minutes, don't blame me for being rude," Raymond said. He thought that she was pregnant and shouldn't be cooking by herself, as it would be too tiring and bad for the baby.
But her indifferent attitude made him angry.
Margaret changed her clothes and followed Raymond out the door.
He even ordered a nutritious meal for her. He kept putting food in her bowl, telling her to eat more.
Raymond thought she looked weak, probably due to pregnancy and malnutrition.
Margaret noticed that during the meal, he kept looking at her, his eyes full of her. It felt like they were still as loving as they were a year ago.
Margaret gripped her chopsticks tightly, feeling a strange warmth in her heart. This was one of the rare times he looked at her so gently, especially after Marlon's accident, he had changed.
"Raymond, is this baby important to you?" Margaret suddenly asked.
He blurted out, "Of course."
"Is the baby more important, or is my safety more important?" Margaret instinctively probed.
Raymond squinted and said in a low voice, "They do not pose a conflict."
"What if they do? Raymond, do you want to know why I can't have this baby? Do you want to hear?" Margaret bit her lip, her heart almost in a knot.
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