Chapter 131 Show Him the Examination Report
Raymond said, "You can talk about it when we get home."
After they finished eating, they stepped out of the restaurant. The cold wind hit Margaret's frail body, making Raymond frown.
How did she get so thin without me noticing? Her face was ghastly pale, devoid of any trace of color.
Raymond took off his coat and put it over her shoulders. She was about to refuse; he frowned even more and said, "If you want to end this, go ahead and try moving."
Margaret felt a lump in her throat and let her arms drop.
They remained silent on the way back.
Back at the apartment.
Margaret had just changed her shoes when Raymond grabbed her waist. He was shocked to find her waist so thin he could almost wrap one hand around it.
Could she be sick? No way, she was always so healthy. How could she be sick?
Raymond's eyes scanned her pale face as he said, "You can tell me why you don't want to have a baby."
Margaret asked, "Raymond, do you really want to know?"
Margaret stared at him. She thought, 'Do you really care about my health?'
He sneered. "If you don't want to say it, then don't."
"I'll tell you. Just wait, I'll get something for you to see." Margaret saw he wasn't really interested in her health.
She wondered how he'd react once he knew.
She broke free from his hug, went to the master bedroom, unlocked a drawer, took out a terminal liver cancer diagnosis report, locked the drawer again, and went back to the living room.
By then, Raymond had changed into black silk pajamas and was sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. He looked so handsome smoking, like he was royalty in the white smoke.
Hearing footsteps, Raymond promptly extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray. Only then did he lift his gaze, his expression unreadable, as he watched Margaret approach with a stack of documents in hand.
Margaret handed him the diagnosis report and said, "Take a look."
He took it and started reading.
Margaret felt a wave of panic. How would he react? Would he care for her, let her have an abortion, and treat her better in her remaining time?
To calm herself, she went to the kitchen to boil some water.
As the kettle boiled, she thought about how little time she had left, leaving her parents alone in this world! Would her father ever wake up?
She desperately wanted to live, to be happy and healthy with Raymond, but fate had other plans.
Margaret covered her mouth, sobbing, her shoulders shaking.
She poured the hot water into a glass, wiped her tears, and went back to the living room.
He was still in the same spot, not having moved an inch. His hand gripped the diagnosis report tightly, his face blank.
Only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.
The room felt more and more oppressive and silent.
Margaret sat on the edge of the sofa, holding the glass, looking at Raymond.
She had no idea what he was thinking. The report was pretty short. Yet he had been staring at it for so long.
"Raymond, have you finished reading?" Margaret tried to break the silence, biting her lip.
Raymond snapped out of his daze, placing the diagnosis report on the black coffee table.
Then he looked up at her, noticing her red, tear-stained eyes. His heart clenched.
Margaret met his gaze, feeling a sense of relief, while his eyes were filled with complexity.
Margaret said, "This is why I can't have children. My body won't allow it. A baby in my womb would only hasten my death. The baby would die with me."
"Raymond, your wish has come true. I am really dying. The urn you bought will finally be put to use." Margaret smiled at him.
Her smile was piercing, making his heart race.
Raymond picked up the diagnosis report from the coffee table, glanced at it, and then tore it into pieces, throwing them in her face.
Amid the fluttering paper fragments, Margaret heard his disdainful laugh. "Did you find this diagnosis report online? Margaret, you made up a lie about having cancer just to avoid having this child!"
"You think this is fake?" she was shocked. She had given him a genuine diagnosis report, and he thought it was fake.
She couldn't help but laugh bitterly. If only it were fake. But unfortunately, it was all true!
"Margaret, stop pretending! You will have this child whether you want to or not!" Raymond had just finished speaking when he received a work call from Alvin. He went to the study for a video conference.
Margaret returned to the master bedroom.
She lay on the bed, crying her heart out. She cried until she was exhausted and fell asleep.
In her dream, she saw Marlon's coffin at her funeral.
Nancy, disheveled and wearing a mental hospital gown, held her corpse, crying hysterically. Finally, Nancy, in a fit of madness, smashed her head against Margaret's coffin, using her last strength to crawl into Marlon's coffin; their fingers intertwined.
In her dream, Margaret saw that her funeral was very lonely. Not a single friend came to see her off. Only Raymond, who bought many fireworks, set them off all night long, as if celebrating her early departure to heaven.
After her body was cremated, Raymond took a plastic bag, filled it with their urns, and found a sea, scattering her ashes to the wind! "Margaret, I want you to suffer even in death! Do you think our hatred will be erased just because you're dead? No, I won't even let you become a ghost!" Raymond's lips curled into a sinister smile."
As a spirit, Margaret screamed in anger, collapsing, shouting, but he couldn't hear her!
Margaret cried so much in her dream that her voice became hoarse. Raymond had not kept his promise. Not only did he force her parents to death after she died, but he also scattered their ashes, completely destroying the Hughes Family! Raymond, that villain!
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her nerves.
Margaret felt her eyelids grow heavy. She opened her eyes to find the room pitch black.
Her liver felt like it was being repeatedly punched, and she curled up in pain, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
She struggled to get out of bed, wanting to find her painkillers. She remembered putting them in her handbag last time. But the handbag was nowhere to be found. She frantically searched through the wardrobe.
With a crash, all the items in the wardrobe fell to the floor.
Raymond heard the noise and impatiently opened the door before saying, "Margaret, have you had enough?"
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