Chapter 147 Can I Say It Now?
The last medical report had issues. No guarantee this one won't have problems either.
Raymond grabbed a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth. With a blank look, he said, "I don't think we need to switch hospitals."
He knew she wanted to go to the hospital where Marlon was, but both places had the same director.
Hubert had been with him for years and wouldn't dare mess with the report. If she wanted to switch hospitals, he figured she might've bribed the doctor!
Hearing this, Margaret's heart sank. Maybe the last fake report was Raymond's idea.
She really didn't need to change hospitals.
Margaret didn't say anything else, feeling heavy as she finished her porridge. Then she went to the closet, grabbed a white down jacket, skinny jeans, and boots. It was freezing outside, so she also put on a knit hat.
When Raymond saw her come out, his eyes moved from her pale, sickly beautiful face to her slightly bulging belly.
A faint smile crossed his lips.
He put on his black leather gloves and started walking.
Margaret followed him quietly.
He drove fast to the hospital where Margaret had the last check-up.
Hubert must've gotten Raymond's call because he was already waiting at the entrance.
Seeing Raymond and Margaret, he was all respectful and submissive.
Hubert led Margaret to the psychological testing room and had her sit in front of a computer. A test popped up on the screen, all multiple-choice questions.
"Mrs. Howard, it's best if you answer within three seconds. Only then will the results be accurate."
"Okay."
Margaret noticed all the questions were about insomnia, anxiety, and depression.
After finishing the questionnaire, Hubert asked about her sleep.
She talked a lot, noticing Hubert's expression getting more serious, his brows furrowing.
After the psychological test, she had a feeling. She probably had a psychological issue!
Walking out of the testing room, Raymond was smoking by the window at the end of the hallway.
The bright, golden sunlight fell on him, making him look unreal.
Even though he was so bad and twisted, she could still spot him in a crowd! That was Raymond's charm!
Raymond seemed to sense her staring and turned around, seeing Margaret in her white down jacket and knit hat, looking at him from a distance.
He shifted his gaze, quickly put out his cigar, tossed it in the trash, and walked towards her. "All done?"
"Yes," Margaret nodded.
Raymond didn't bother with pleasantries. "The test results will be out soon. We'll wait here."
At 11:30 AM, Hubert handed the test report to Raymond. "Mr. Howard, here's the test report. Please review it."
Hearing this, Margaret couldn't help but press her lips together and clench her fingers.
Did she have a psychological problem?
Alvin approached, greeted Raymond, who was examining the results, and then offered a nod of acknowledgment to Margaret.
"Take Mrs. Howard to the car to wait for me," Raymond said, handing the car keys to Alvin.
Alvin nodded, and Margaret didn't say much, just followed Alvin out of the hospital.
Alvin opened the car door for her, and after she sat in the back seat, he got into the driver's seat. Seeing her rubbing her hands, he considerately turned on the heater.
"Thank you," Margaret said.
"Mrs. Howard, don't worry. You'll be fine. Everyone has rough patches, and it's normal to feel down sometimes. As long as it doesn't last, it's not a big deal. You need to keep a positive mindset, especially now that you're pregnant. Pregnant women shouldn't be in a bad mood," Alvin said.
She gave a bitter smile and thought to herself, 'Am I really okay? But why was Hubert's expression so serious? And why did Raymond read the report and ask me to wait in the car?'
She felt really oppressed inside; she had been sleepless for over ten days.
For example, now, she was extremely tired but couldn't sleep.
She clearly had a problem, but no one believed her!
Ten minutes later.
Raymond opened the car door, bringing in the cold air from outside, and sat next to her.
He was holding a plastic bag full of medicine bottles.
"Drive home," Raymond told Alvin.
"What were the test results?" Margaret bit her lip.
"We'll talk at home," Raymond said without any expression.
Back home.
Margaret smelled the aroma of braised pork, but she had no appetite at all.
"Mrs. Howard, Mr. Howard, you're back? I was about to call you to ask when you'd be back. You can wash your hands and get ready to eat," Mary, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, walked out of the kitchen.
Margaret said okay, then followed Raymond to the living room. "Can you tell me now?"
Raymond said, "Let's eat first."
"Raymond!"
"Let's eat first, and I'll show you the results. There's no need to rush," Raymond's cold gaze swept over her face. "Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Margaret felt tricked, inexplicably irritated.
But she forced herself to suppress the irritation andwent to the bathroom.She looked at herself in the mirror; she looked completely spiritless, sickly.
Her mind started to wander again, and tears came instantly.
A huge sadness enveloped her tightly.
She felt suffocated by this net!
Margaret worried that people outside would hear her crying, so she turned on the faucet. She used to fear death, but now she thought maybe death wouldn't be so bad!
Her sobs were drowned out by the sound of running water.
The bathroom door was knocked.
She stopped sobbing, her tearful eyes seeing Raymond's tall figure through the frosted glass door.
His voice was low and hoarse. "Come out and eat when you're done."
Afraid he would notice something, she cleared her sore throat. "Coming."
Her eyes were already red. Margaret washed her eyes with cold water, then opened the door and walked out. When she sat down, she saw the table full of food.
She picked up her fork and started shoveling food into her mouth.
"Why were you crying? Are you feeling unwell?" Raymond looked up and saw her slightly red eyes. His voice was soft, lacking its usual sharpness.
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