Chapter 146 Can We Switch to Another Hospital for the Checkup?
"Yeah, Mrs. Howard's always up at the crack of dawn. When I got there, she was already on the couch, just staring off and crying. I tried asking her what was wrong, but she wouldn't say a word. Even though she eats and takes her meds on time, she's looking skinnier every day."
Raymond's brow furrowed at Mary's words.
He quickly headed upstairs and knocked on the master bedroom door.
No reaction. But he could hear someone sobbing inside.
A wave of panic hit Raymond, and he called out her name, but the door stayed shut.
Mary handed him the spare key, and he used it to unlock the door. Mary, being considerate, took off her apron and headed downstairs to leave.
Raymond stepped into the master bedroom.
The room was pitch dark, no lights on.
Only the cold, bright moonlight filtered through the milky white curtains, casting shadows on the gray leather bed.
The quilt was bunched up, moving with Margaret's sobs underneath.
Her sorrowful cries felt like needles piercing Raymond's heart. He walked over and gently pulled back the quilt.
Margaret, in her silk pajamas, was curled up in the corner, her face streaked with tears, looking so pitiful.
Raymond bent down, pulled her up, and held her close. Right then, Margaret seemed so fragile, stirring up his compassion. It felt like the old Margaret was back!
Margaret, in Raymond's arms, suddenly stiffened. She remembered when she called him earlier, Sarah had answered.
Did he still have Sarah's scent on him?
Had his hands just touched Sarah, and now he was holding her?
The thought made Margaret feel sick, and she pushed him away with all her strength.
"Let go of me, Raymond!" Margaret shouted, clearly upset.
Raymond held her tighter, afraid of losing her. "Mary said you haven't been sleeping well. What's wrong?"
She knew he was trying to comfort her. In the past, she may have believed that he genuinely cared.
But now, she saw the truth! He'd always choose Sarah over her!
He destroyed the voice recorder, had dinner with Sarah, and sent Sarah home! He even let Sarah answer his phone!
And towards her, he was always cold, sarcastic, and humiliating! Pushing her to the edge!
Margaret clenched her fists, hitting him, crying, and shouting for him to let her go.
He held on tight, his face tense.Thinking about her being pregnant, thinking about how she hadn't slept well for days, he forced down his anger!
Margaret's hands went numb from hitting, and her voice grew hoarse from crying, but he still didn't let go.
"Raymond, I think I'm losing it! I'm going crazy!" She leaned against his chest, tears silently falling.
He furrowed his brow and said in a hoarse voice, "No, you're not."
"Really! I think I have a mental problem! I can't sleep! Whenever I have a moment of peace, I think of unhappy things and start crying uncontrollably!"
"Raymond, do you think I'm going to die? Will I die suddenly?"
"Tomorrow, I'll take you for a psychological test. Don't think about anything now. If you're tired, close your eyes and try to sleep." Raymond patted her back and spoke gently.
"If I die suddenly, you'd be happy, right? You've always wanted me gone. You even got an urn ready for me." Margaret said with a tired smile, "It's fine if I die. Everyone does eventually."
Her bleak tone made Raymond feel incredibly down. He said anxiously, "Stop talking like that and get some rest."
He couldn't bear the thought of the Margaret he both hated and loved dying suddenly one day.
The idea terrified him. He'd probably lose it, completely break down!
Hatred was what had kept him going until now. Without Margaret, what would he have left?
Half an hour later, Margaret finally fell asleep in his arms.
She had a beautiful dream. Raymond gently laid her back on the bed and covered her with the quilt.
Then he used his rough fingertips to caress her cheek just like when they first started dating.
Then Raymond grabbed her by the neck and cursed her to die!
She couldn't break free!
She woke up drenched in cold sweat, only to find it was just dawn.
Raymond was already gone. She figured he must have left to be with Sarah.
She really didn't get it. If he loved Sarah so much, why didn't he let Sarah have his child?
How much did he hate her to come up with such a twisted way to torment her? She thought her final destination would be to die on the operating table!
She lowered her eyes, got out of bed, put on her cotton slippers, opened the master bedroom door, and went to the living room to boil water.
But she saw Raymond sitting on the couch, still wearing the dark coat from last night. The ashtray on the coffee table was piled high with cigarette butts.
Amidst the smoke, she couldn't see his expression clearly, nor did she know what he was thinking.
Raymond noticed Margaret and quickly stubbed out the cigar he had just taken a few puffs of in the ashtray. Then he walked to the window, opened it, and let in some fresh air.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Raymond turned around and saw her holding a water cup, about to go back to her room.
She said with a blank expression, "You should leave."
"I promised to take you for a psychological test. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Raymond frowned.
Margaret turned back, looked at him, and said with a bitter smile, "Mary will come to cook. I wouldn't dare trouble Mr. Howard."
"Then I'll make porridge."
He acted as if he hadn't heard her and walked to the kitchen.
Margaret didn't go back to her room but sat on the couch, watching Raymond busy in the kitchen. At this moment, Raymond seemed to have a touch of domesticity.
It seemed like he really cared about her!
It was like when they first started dating. He would get up early to make her breakfast.
But back then, she was filled with sweetness and hope for their future marriage. Now, she was complicated and oppressed.
She couldn't understand him now. If he was willing to make her breakfast, why would he make her risk her life to have his child?
If he hated her, why did he stay here all night?
The coat he was wearing was the one she had bought for him.
Could it truly be as he claimed, that it was merely to remind himself that Margaret was Marlon's daughter?
Half an hour later, she was eating the porridge he made. It tasted just as good as a year ago, sweet and delicious. But her feelings were no longer the same.
"Can we go to a different hospital for the check-up?" Margaret suddenly looked up at Raymond, who was eating breakfast across from her, and asked expressionlessly.
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