Chapter 15
Raymond just smirked, not even bothering to answer her straight. "How the hell would I know about Marlon? Go ask Nancy."
She let out an angry laugh but tried to keep it together. "You took my phone, so I can't hit them up. Did you send the money to my mom or what?"
She scanned Raymond's face for any hint.
She hadn't heard from Marlon in days. She needed to know if Marlon was still alive and if Raymond had transfer the money to Nancy.
But his poker face was making her more and more uneasy.
"You didn't send the money, did you?" Margaret asked, her voice urgent.
Raymond looked up, his cold eyes locking onto hers. "Drink the soup Mary made for you first."
Her heart pounded with anxiety because of his attitude.
Margaret thought, 'What's going on? Did he really not send the money? Is my dad already...'
"Raymond, spill it! Did you keep your word and send that million bucks to my mom?" Margaret pressed her lips together, staring hard at Raymond, who was lounging in the chair with his legs crossed.
Raymond seemed to lose his cool. He suddenly stood up, took a big step, and turned to leave.
He had just taken one step when a shaky, desperate voice came from behind. "Don't go, I'll drink it; I'll drink it now!"
Raymond turned around to see her holding the soup, tilting her head back, and chugging it all down without leaving a drop.
Raymond spoke with a cold, blank expression, "Andthe meat."
Margaret finished it. The soup was tasty, but she felt so wronged.
Tears the size of beans rolled down her cheeks. She didn't dare to cry out loud, scared it would piss him off and make him leave.
She finished it without leaving a bit.
Wiping her tears, her eyes red and wet, she said tearfully, "Raymond, look, I did what you said and finished it. Can you tell me now?
"How's my dad? Tell me!"
Raymond looked at her with a mocking, indifferent gaze.
His leather shoes clicked closer, approaching her bedside. He looked down at her, a cold smile on his lips. "Do you really wanna know how Marlon is? It's better for you not knowing. I'm afraid you can't handle it."
A sense of dread and foreboding instantly washed over Margaret.
She grabbed his suit collar, gritting her teeth, her eyes red, and demanded, "What did you do to him? Tell me, Raymond, tell me right now!"
Her voice was filled with anger, unease, and a front of strength.
What had happened? Had something really happened to Marlon? At this moment, Margaret felt scared, panicked, and uneasy, with countless complex emotions tangled up.
"Tell me! Raymond, speak!" Margaret's voice rose again.
Raymond adjusted his glasses on his nose. "I'm afraid you can't handle the truth!"
"Answer me! What did you do to my dad?" Margaret's fear grew upon hearing this.
Raymond leaned close to her ear, his voice low and deep, speaking slowly, each word like a thin needle piercing Margaret's eardrum.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
