Chapter 145 What exactly do you want from me to believe me?
Raymond sneered. "I don't even need to hear it to know you faked it!"
"Is that really what you think of me?" Margaret's eyes widened, her heart aching so much she could barely breathe.
When they got married, he promised he'd always trust her, that trust was key between them. Were those vows just empty words now?
He squinted and smirked, "I've given you enough, Margaret. Once you have the baby, we're done. You can be with whoever you want."
Last night, he made up his mind. This Margaret wasn't the bright and kind woman he once knew. He just wanted their child and then a divorce.
He wanted toterminate this ill-fated relationship.
"Raymond! I'm telling you one last time, everything I said is true!" Margaret growled, "What will it take for you to believe me?"
He stared at her for a long moment, then coldly smiled, "So what if it's true?"
Margaret said, "What did you say?"
"Even if it's true, you can't mess with Sarah! Margaret, if you're smart, stay away from Sarah! Between you and Sarah, I'll always protect her!" Raymond spat out, then let her go, stood up, and walked away coldly.
He'd known Sarah for years; he knew exactly what kind of person she was.
Without Sarah, he would've died in that orphanage four years ago.
Margaret picked up the broken voice recorder from the floor, tears streaming down her face.
Leaving the Hughes Group, Margaret wandered aimlessly down the street.
He'd made himself so clear, what was she still hoping for?
As she crossed the street, she looked up and saw Raymond and Sarah in a restaurant across the way. They were sitting by the window, and he was tenderly serving her food, his gaze so soft!
He used to look at Margaret that way too, but everything changed after Marlon fell down the stairs and went into a coma.
Margaret felt like her eyes were being pierced by countless steel needles, the pain excruciating.
She was out of painkillers, so she went to the hospital to get more.
The attending doctor frowned deeply when he saw her, saying, "Ms. Hughes, are you really not planning to have an abortion? If you don't do it soon, it'll be too late!"
Margaret pressed her lips together, looking at her belly covered by a puffy jacket.
She knew everything he said, but she had no choice.
The contract was signed, the benefits were received, and there was no turning back.
"Doctor, please prescribe me more painkillers. Thank you."
"You're really reckless!" The doctor sighed, looking at her with a complex expression, "Based on your recent physical examination, the cancer cells have already spread to two-thirds of your body. The previous painkillers are no longer effective. I'll prescribe the strongest ones for you."
"Okay." Margaret said with a fake and weary smile.
The doctor prescribed ten bottles of painkillers for her, with a dosage of half a bottle each time.
Margaret took the medicine and returned to her apartment.
Mary handed her a multitude of medications, claiming they were sent by Alvin and would promote the healthful growth of the child within her.
Margaret, like a dumb doll, expressionlessly took all the medicine in front of Mary.
Her sleep quality kept deteriorating.
She started falling asleep at three in the morning, only able to sleep for two hours.
A week later, she couldn't sleep at all.
During the day, she was extremely tired, her eyelids felt like they were weighed down with lead, but she couldn't fall asleep at all.
At night, she could only stare at the ceiling, waiting for dawn.
Unable to sleep, she felt anxious, and tears streamed down her face.
She felt like she was losing her mind!
She hadn't slept for ten days straight!
Margaret sadly realized she had no friends to confide in!
In the end, she called Raymond.
But it was Sarah who answered, "Margaret, Raymond is asleep. Don't call again. If you have something to say, wait until tomorrow."
Then her call was cut off.
So he was sleeping at Sarah's place!
Margaret curled up in her blanket, sobbing.
Mary, who was passing by her room, heard the crying and looked worried. Why was Margaret crying so much lately?
Taking out her phone, Mary found Raymond's number, hesitating whether to report this to him.
At the Martinez Family Villa, Raymond brought over a glass of water and saw Sarah guiltily putting down his charging phone.
"Who told you to touch my phone?"
Raymond's face showed obvious displeasure.
Sarah had already deleted the call log and lied, "I was just checking the time. Raymond, thank you for bringing me back."
Then she handed the phone to Raymond.
Raymond opened his phone and saw there were indeed no call logs.
"Sarah, I think you should try meeting other men. If you find someone suitable, you should get married. You're not getting any younger."
Sarah was stunned and said in confusion, "Raymond, are you saying you don't want a divorce anymore?"
She had waited so many years, and now he was backing out?
"Actually, I don't love you, and you know that. Even if I married you, it would only be to repay your kindness. A marriage needs love to last. Consider my suggestion; I can give you any amount of money you want."
Sarah bit her lip and said with a bitter smile, "But you didn't love Margaret either, and you still spent these years together."
Raymond thought for a moment, his eyes showing fatigue as he said, "You're different from her. Think it over and give me your answer. We might have a longer-lasting relationship as siblings."
"Okay, I'll think about it and get back to you." Sarah forced a graceful smile, suppressing her inner turmoil.
Raymond turned and left the Martinez Family Villa.
At that moment, Mary's call came through.
He looked at Mary's name flashing on the screen, not really wanting to answer.
Margaret had disappointed him so much!
Margaret had no idea how many times he had broken his own boundaries for her.
Just as he was about to hang up, he hesitated.
Mary rarely called this late unless it was urgent.
Raymond was still worried about Margaret, so he answered Mary's call.
"Mr. Howard, you should come back and check on Mrs. Hughes. She doesn't seem to be doing well," Mary's worried voice came through.
Raymond looked at the snow falling heavily and said with concern, "What's wrong with her?"
"Mrs. Hughes was just crying in her bedroom. She has been in a stupor these past few days, scarcely speaking, and appears exceedingly lethargic. Her sleep doesn't seem good either."
Raymond hung up the phone, not saying whether he would go or not.
Mary thought he wasn't coming and sighed.
Ten minutes later.
Mary heard the sound of a car engine stopping, and a bright white light shone on the second-floor living room window.
She hurried downstairs to the villa door.
A black Bentley was parked at the entrance, the door opened, and Raymond, wearing a black round hat and dressed in all black, got out of the car.
He exuded an aura of authority with a blank expression.
"Has Margaretbeen having trouble sleeping these past few days?" Raymond urgently entered the apartment, asking in a low voice.
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