Chapter 148 He Suddenly Started Being Nice to Her
Margaret suddenly choked on her food, feeling a sour lump in her throat.
If she remembered right, this was the first time in over a year he’d spoken to her so calmly and gently!
She was in this mess because of him!
But with his sudden concern, her long-numbed heart felt a flicker of warmth.
Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she didn’t want to look pathetic in front of him, so she forced them back and took big bites of her food. "Some face-washing water got into my eyes. It's no big deal."
"You should eat more. Mary made all this for you." Raymond took some food from each dish and piled it on her plate.
Soon, her plate was stacked high with various dishes.
Could her test results really be that bad?
Wasthat why he was suddenly being so nice to her?
Margaret wondered.
She silently finished all the food on her plate.
Mary collected the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.
Margaret looked at Raymond, who was leaning back in his chair, and blinked her dry eyes. "Can you tell me the results now?"
"Sure, just a moment," Raymond said.
He got up and headed towards the master bedroom.
Half a minute later, he came back with a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to her. "Take a look."
Margaret's heart tightened, making it hard to breathe!
She couldn’t imagine what her reaction would be if the test results showed depression or bipolar disorder!
She hesitated for a moment, then took the paper from his hand, glanced at the test results, and looked up at him in surprise. "I'm actually normal?"
"Yes," Raymond nodded with a grunt.
Margaret bit her lip, but she remembered that her test answers clearly indicated a problem!
She even had suicidal tendencies!
Hubert's expression was so serious, yet the results were normal?
"But I've been suffering from insomnia for over ten days! Hubert's reaction didn’t seem like I was fine! I want to go to another hospital for a recheck." Margaret speculated.
He looked displeased and said with a blank expression, "Hubert's serious expression was because you're pregnant and not taking good care of yourself. It's normal to be sensitive and overthink during pregnancy. You don't need to worry about these things."
The light in Margaret's eyes dimmed instantly. He actually thought she was like this because she was overthinking?
"As for a recheck, I don't think it's necessary. Adjust your mindset, and you'll naturally be able to sleep." Raymond said, getting up and walking to the entryway to pick up a plastic bag from the cabinet. He then brought it over.
He placed the plastic bag on the dining table and took out a dozen boxes of medicine.
He opened them and, following the instructions, personally took out the pills for her.
"Is this a sleep aid?" Margaret inquired, puzzled.
He said, "No, these are to protect the baby."
"You really do care about the baby in my womb!"
"My child will be deprived of a mother's love upon birth, so as a father, it's only natural that I show concern," Raymond remarked, laced with irony as she attempted to negotiate with him.
Margaret wasn’t stupid; she could clearly hear the sarcasm.
She picked up one of the medicine boxes from the plastic bag and casually looked at it.
The contraindications read:[Not to be used by cancer patients. Not to be used by patients with depressive tendencies.]
Margaret gripped the medicine box tightly. The sharp corners dug into her palm, but it didn't hurt as much as her heart.
Depressive tendencies! Cancer patient! That was her!
"Take the medicine."
Raymond's broad, warm hand held out a handful of capsules and various colored pills.
Margaret felt a heavy weight in her heart. She looked up, clinging to a glimmer of hope, and asked the expressionless Raymond, "Raymond, can I not take these pills?"
"No," he answered quickly, without a hint of hesitation.
Margaret gave a bitter smile and said, "I really can't take these pills!"
She would die!
The instructions were very clear!
"Tell me the reason!" Raymond frowned.
Margaret bit her lip, saying, "I have depressive tendencies. You have to believe me."
"Really?" His voice was cold and indifferent, as if these matters had nothing to do with him.
Hearing her bring up old issues again, Raymond felt a bit annoyed.
He had coaxed her, softened his tone, personally made her breakfast, accompanied her to see a psychologist, even served her food, and prepared her medicine himself. What more did she want?
Why was it so troublesome for her to take some prenatal vitamins?
"Raymond, is this child really necessary?" Margaret asked again.
Raymond said with a sinister smile, "Margaret, we've signed the contract. I've given you the benefits you wanted, and now you're trying to back out? We're not even divorced yet. Isn't it your duty to give me a child?"
Yes, they had signed the contract.
She had received the benefits.
She should honor the agreement.
But her heart felt stifled. She said with a weary smile, "Do you really want this child because you like it?"
"Margaret, I'll say it one more time. Take the medicine." Raymond's tone was clearly impatient.
Margaret, however, was stubborn. She wanted to hear him admit it personally before she could give up.
"Answer me, Raymond. Are you making me have this child to torment me, or do you really like this child?" Margaret asked again, her tone more forceful.
Raymond ignored her and got up to pour her a glass of warm water.
Ungrateful Margaret, wasn't it obvious how much he valued this child? She was still questioning his feelings for the child.
He placed the glass of water in front of her and once again held out the pills in his hand. "Take the medicine."
"You don't really love this child, do you? You just want to torment me. The more I don't want to have it, the more you force me to. You just want to see me suffer, don't you?" Margaret looked up, staring at him intently, and asked.
He felt inexplicably irritated and answered insincerely, "You already know, so why ask? At least you have some self-awareness!"
His words stabbed Margaret's heart; she was unable to react for a long time.
Margaret thought to herself, 'Did you hear that clearly now! He really knew everything!'
He was simply trying to torment you, wanting to see you disappear from this world completely.
Sarah was right; it was all true, everything she said was true.
"Do you have any other questions? Just ask them all at once. I don't want to answer these pointless questions anymore," he mocked.
Margaret pressed her lips together. "I won't ask anymore."
"Then can you take the medicine now? Margaret, please have some contractual spirit. We signed the contract, so we have to follow it. Once the child is born and we're divorced, we won't owe each other anything. Isn't that what you wanted?"
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