Chapter 137 You'll Get Yourself Killed This Way
When she saw the caller ID, a flicker of disappointment crossed her face. It wasn't Raymond.
She still picked up, put the phone to her ear, and said softly, "Doctor."
The doctor said, "Mrs. Hughes, I don't mean to nag, but I told you yesterday—you need to come in for the abortion right away."
The doctor's concern made Margaret feel a sudden warmth. Even a stranger could show such concern for her well-being and safety.
Margaret said, "Doctor, I've decided not to go through with it."
"Mrs. Hughes, are you serious?" The doctor sounded shocked and confused.
Margaret pressed her lips together, her voice tired."I'm not joking; I truly intend to give birth to it. Thank you, Doctor, for your immense care and concern."
The doctor hesitated, "But..."
"This is my fate. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now." Margaret ended the call before he could say more.
She used to fight against fate. For instance, when Nancy didn't want her to marry Raymond, she insisted on proving her parents wrong about him.
She thought marrying the man she loved would bring her happiness.
But in the end, the Raymond she loved most wanted her gone.
Reality had beaten her down, and she was exhausted. She didn't want to fight anymore.
Since death was inevitable and she lacked the means to terminate the pregnancy, she might as well leverage Raymond's regard for the child to secure greater benefits for the Hughes Family and Marlon!
Maximizing benefits was her only option now.
Margaret felt empty, like her heart had been hollowed out. It was unbearable, but with no more tears left, she couldn't cry.
Waiting for Raymond every minute was excruciating.
She sat on the sofa like a puppet, eating obediently and waiting for Raymond to show up.
She hadn't slept all night, praying constantly for Marlon's safety. Luckily, she didn't get any bad news from Nancy.
Margaret watched the sky turn dark and then saw snow start to fall outside the window.
Snowflakes fell in the cold wind, landing on the bare branches.
She watched the sky change from dark to light, and the wet ground was covered in snow by morning.
She stayed up all night, printing a new contract on her laptop, adding the terms she wanted, and then printed it out in the study.
The next day, at four in the afternoon, Raymond finally showed up.
He was wearing a black coat, black leather gloves, and carried the chill from outside, with a few snowflakes on his shoulders. The snowflakes quickly melted into his black coat and disappeared.
Raymond glanced at her, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Mary brought a cup of hot milk and handed it to Margaret.
Margaret didn't want to drink it at first, but thinking about the upcoming conversation and not wanting to anger Raymond, she took it and drank it all.
Then she handed the empty cup back to Mary.
"How has Mrs. Howard been eating these past few days?" Raymond asked, his face expressionless, as he glanced at Mary, who was standing nearby with an apron on.
Mary, scared by his cold gaze, trembled but answered truthfully, "Mrs. Howard has finished all her meals these past few days. She's getting the nutrition she needs."
Raymond seemed satisfied and waved his hand. Then Mary went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for the next meal.
Raymond squinted at Margaret, who was sitting in the rocking chair. He smirked. "I heard you wanted to see me?"
"Raymond, I'll ask you one last time. If one day I disappear from your world forever..." Margaret started, still clinging to a shred of hope.
He cut her off, annoyed, "Margaret, I'm busy. I don't have time for your nonsense."
To Raymond, her life and illness were just that—nonsense.
His cold indifference felt like a knife to her heart. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart, bleeding, but Raymond couldn't see it. Even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.
Before she could say more, he stood up, ready to leave. "Talk to me when you've thought it through completely."
It was clear he came today to make her submit.
Raymond thought she was willing to have the child, but she was still talking nonsense!
Margaret blurted out as he turned to leave, "I can have this child! But I have conditions!"
He stopped and turned to look at her. "What conditions?"
Margaret stood up from the rocking chair, picked up two prepared contracts from the coffee table, and handed them to him. "Look at the terms. If you agree, sign it. As long as you sign, I'll have the child."
Raymond took the contract, glanced through it, and then threw it back on the coffee table with a snap. "You're really calculating! You require me to deposit fifty million dollars into your father's medical account, transfer fifty percent of The Hughes Group's shares to your name, and provide you with twenty villas and a billion dollars in cash.”
"Margaret, you're asking for a lot. What are you doing? Selling the child?" Raymond's eyes flashed with mockery. "Before, you just wanted me to help the Hughes Family. I can't believe you're still asking for so many benefits."
Margaret smiled bitterly. "Mr. Howard, you're not a very trustworthy person. You've tricked me too many times. Selling the child is a last resort. I'm just trying to ensure my family has a better life."
Margaret thought to herself, 'Raymond, do you know? I'm not selling my baby. I love the child more than anyone and care deeply for my child. But I have no choice. I'm selling my own life to secure material security for my family!'
"Margaret, this is also your child. Do you really have to set such conditions?" Raymond, enraged, grabbed her by the throat. "You have no right to negotiate with me. Marlon's life is in my hands. Is that clear?"
Margaret knew this, and she was very afraid of getting nothing, but she had no other way!
She was terrified inside, but she pretended to be calm and said with an indifferent smile, "Mr. Howard, if you don't want to make this deal, then go ahead and kill my dad!"
"What did you say?" He was stunned and looked at her.
Margaret sneered, "I didn't expect you to be so young and already hard of hearing. Did you think you could do whatever you wanted by threatening me with my dad? I've already figured it out. My dad is just a burden. I've long wanted him dead. If you help me kill him, it is even better. It saves me from being called unfilial! I should thank you! You deal with him, and I'll abort your child. How great, the whole world will be at peace!"
Before Raymond could react, she grabbed a pair of scissors from beside her and pointed them at her belly. "Raymond, are you going to sign or not? If not, I'll get rid of this burden right now!"
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