Chapter 132 Vomiting Blood in Front of Raymond
When he pushed open the master bedroom door, his eyes widened in shock.
The floor was a mess, with books scattered everywhere and broken ornaments.
Margaret was on the floor, twisted in pain, suddenly coughing up blood all over Raymond's black velvet robe. The sight of the red blood was jarring.
"Margaret, what's happening?" Raymond was freaking out.
Margaret grabbed the hem of his robe, her voice desperate. "Raymond, help me find the painkillers."
"Where are they?" he asked, frantic.
Margaret thought for a second and remembered her handbag was in the walk-in closet.
She told him, and he quickly scooped her up and rushed to the closet. While Raymond was holding her, she kept searching. Sweat, like tiny diamonds, rolled down her cheeks.
Finally, she spotted the black handbag in the corner. Her hands shook as she tried to unzip it, but the pain was too much, and she couldn't manage it.
Raymond helped her open it, pulled out a white plastic bottle with no label, unscrewed it, and handed it to her.
Margaret poured out more than half the bottle of pills and swallowed them all right in front of Raymond,!
Raymond watched in astonishment. So many pills, and she swallowed them all at once?
But even after taking all those pills, they didn't help. In the end, she downed the entire bottle.
A few minutes later, Margaret finally felt some relief.
Her tongue was numb from the bitter pills, and even swallowing her saliva tasted awful.
Margaret wiped her tears, her eyes red, looking at the still-shocked Raymond. "Raymond, I really have late-stage liver cancer. I just took all those painkillers, and you still don't believe me?"
Raymond was at a loss, his mind spinning, not knowing what to say.
He carried her to the guest bedroom, laid her on the bed, gently wiped the blood from her mouth with a handkerchief, covered her with a blanket, and said blankly, "Get some rest. Mary will come to take care of you tomorrow."
Margaret said, "Raymond, I really am sick. I can't have this baby! Believe me! I would never lie to you even if I lie to others. If you don't believe me, we can go to the hospital for another check-up! Doctors don't lie!"
Margaret sobbed, clutching his wrist, crying in despair. "I'm your wife, Raymond. Believe me this time! My days with you are numbered! Be good to me, please? I'm in so much pain, Raymond! I want to spend a few more days with you. Soon, you won't see me anymore, Raymond!"
Raymond looked at her, silent the whole time. But his eyes were filled with emotions Margaret couldn't decipher.
He wiped her tears and said, "It's late; get some rest."
Then he gently pried her fingers off his wrist and walked out of the guest bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Margaret's tears fell like rain, her heart aching so much she could hardly breathe!
Even after seeing her cough up blood and take all those painkillers, he was still indifferent! He didn't believe her!
Raymond left the guest bedroom and didn't sleep all night.
He sat on the living room sofa, smoking the entire night.
It wasn't that he didn't want to believe Margaret had a terminal illness; he just couldn't bring himself to accept it.
He couldn't imagine how he'd react if it were true! She hadn't even paid off her debts, so how could she have a terminal illness?
Margaret had to stay alive—to be tormented by him, to bear his children, and to suffer just like he did.
But just now, Margaret had vomited blood right in front of him and she had swallowed so many pills! Her pain and and her despair, didn't seem fake.
Raymond watched the sky outside the window, from the pitch-black night to the first light of dawn.
He couldn't avoid it any longer. Whether it was true or not, he would find out soon enough.
Raymond stubbed out his cigarette, then went to the closet, found the black handbag, took the unlabeled plastic bottle, and put it in his pocket.
Then he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Pregnant women should eat lightly, so he skillfully cooked a pot of porridge in a clay pot.
When Margaret woke up, washed up, and came out of the guest bedroom, she saw the ashtray on the coffee table in the living room, filled with numerous cigarette butts, some still emitting wisps of white smoke.
It was obvious he hadn't slept all night.
She looked around and saw Raymond busy in the kitchen.
Last night, she hadn't slept either, thinking about the past.
Raymond came out of the kitchen at that moment, wearing an apron, carrying two bowls of porridge. He placed one in front of her and one for himself as he said, "After we eat, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up!"
Margaret thought she had misheard. He was actually willing to take her for a check-up? So he still cared about her, not as hateful as he said!
Margaret's bitter heart felt a bit of warmth.
He said impatiently, "What are you standing there for? Eat."
Margaret took the spoon and ate the porridge spoonful by spoonful. It was her favorite porridge, not because it was particularly delicious, but because Raymond had made it himself.
When they first started dating, he took care of all her meals. Thinking back now, she still found it beautiful and worth reminiscing about.
"Raymond, thank you for being willing to compromise," Margaret said after finishing the porridge, pursing her lips.
His hand paused as he took a napkin and said, "Margaret, you'd better not lie to me. You know the consequences of lying to me!"
"If you're worried this hospital isn't accurate, I can go to another hospital you trust for the check-up," Margaret suggested.
Raymond took her to another private hospital he owned.
He called the director to personally give Margaret a full-body check-up. Robert Walker nodded respectfully, then took Margaret for blood tests, personally overseeing every examination.
The full-body check-up took the entire morning.
Raymond didn't go anywhere, personally waiting at the hospital for the results, which Robert expedited.
Margaret didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably uneasy and flustered, sitting on a chair, her fingers nervously twisting.
"Mrs. Howard, don't worry. This hospital belongs to Mr. Howard. No one would dare do anything!" Alvin handed her a cup of warm water, comforting her.
Margaret thanked him, took the cup, and held it in her hands. Nevertheless, her eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and she felt something was going to happen!
Raymond took Margaret back home, and before leaving, he gave the unlabeled bottle of pills Margaret had taken to Robert, asking him to find out what the medication was as soon as possible.
As soon as Raymond left, Robert called Sarah and said into the phone, "Sarah, it's been a long time since we met. How about you come over tonight?"
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