Chapter 154 Kill Margaret
Before the driver gave her a heads-up, she already had a bad feeling about this.
That place was seriously out in the boonies.
She thought about turning back, but then remembered she was running out of time. She finally had a lead on the little mute boy. If she missed this chance, she'd regret it forever.
When you're close to the end, you probably get this urge to see people you haven't seen in ages, to tick off those long-forgotten wishes. She just had to know if the boy was doing okay!
Maybe he was the one who wanted to see her!
Margaret pushed down the unease bubbling up inside her and forced a smile. "It's fine, just follow the GPS. I'll make sure you get paid well."
The driver didn't argue. He just hit the gas and kept following the GPS.
Half an hour later, the taxi pulled up next to a mountain. The driver turned to her, looking a bit awkward. "Miss, your destination is just a ten-minute walk from here. The road ahead is a mountain path, and the car can't go any further."
"Alright, thanks."
Margaret pulled out two hundred bucks and handed it to him.
He looked a bit embarrassed and didn't take it. "Miss, a hundred dollars is plenty. You don't need to give me that much."
"It's okay, you won't be able to pick up any passengers on your way back. Consider it gas money."
Margaret still shoved the money into his hand. The real reason she doubled the fare was because he, a total stranger, showed concern for her.
The driver genuinely cared about her situation, and it warmed her heart.
She opened the car door and got out.
"Ma'am, you're a good person. Trust me, you shouldn't go up the mountain. Anyone asking you to such a remote place can't be up to something good. I'm a local, and I wouldn't even know this place existed if I wasn't driving you. How about you come back with me?"
"You young ladies are too trusting. You know about those dismemberment cases, right? They all happen in places like this!" The driver, with his thick local accent, furrowed his brows in worry.
Margaret's expression faltered for a moment. She couldn't help but tighten her grip on her backpack's strap.
"I'm not joking. I'm really worried about your safety."
"Thanks for your concern. But I'm here to meet someone very important to me, someone I helped before. What you mentioned won't happen," Margaret smiled. She was convinced the person who wanted to meet her was the little mute boy.
She wondered if he had grown taller.
Had he regained his ability to speak?
He should be married with kids by now, living a normal and happy life.
Seeing her so confident, the driver figured he might be overthinking it and drove away.
If Margaret had known danger was waiting for her up ahead, she would've taken the driver's advice and turned back right then.
But life doesn't give you many chances to see the future.
People always hold onto their hopeful expectations, thinking life will turn out just as they imagine, only to find themselves in deeper trouble when things go south!
Right now, Margaret, full of hope and longing, trudged along the winding and rugged mountain path with difficulty.
She had been pampered by her parents since she was a kid and didn't like to exercise.
Plus, with her terminal illness, she was already gasping for air after just a short walk.
But she was worried the mysterious person might leave if she took too long, so she didn't dare to rest much.
About two-thirds of the way up, her liver suddenly started to ache.
The baby in her womb seemed to sense her distress, kicking her hard.
Margaret's forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
She took half a bottle of painkillers, trying to control the pain in her liver.
But her womb kept moving.
As she walked, she touched her swollen belly, murmuring, "Hang in there, baby. We're almost there. Don't be scared, everything will be okay."
Margaret rarely felt such intense fetal movement, but no matter how she tried to soothe the baby, it kept resisting and struggling.
It was like the baby was fighting against a fate of despair!
Following the GPS directions, she reached a bottomless lake.
Her stomach hurt more and more, so Margaret had to find a rock to sit down on slowly.
She looked around.
Because it was winter, all the leaves had fallen off the trees, leaving only bare branches.
The cawing of crows pierced Margaret's eardrums.
She looked up and saw a row of crows on the branches.
They spread their wings and drew lonely and beautiful lines in the sky.
Margaret didn't know if it was because of her pregnancy, but sitting for a long time made her back hurt, so she stood up from the rock and walked to the lake.
The lake water was a clear green, without a single ripple.
Margaret just glanced down and felt dizzy!
Why hadn't anyone arrived yet?
Margaret checked her watch. It was already 8:30. The anonymous text had said the meeting time was 8:00.
She was already half an hour late!
Margaret took out her phone, found the anonymous text, and dialed the number.
The call went through.
But no one answered.
It was the same as when she called last night.
Margaret thought he might be unable to answer the phone and didn't think much of it. She sent him a message.
Margaret: [I'm here, where are you?]
She looked around, but there was indeed no one.
She felt uneasy.
Her intuition told her she should leave immediately!
This place felt dangerous!
But she was already here. What if the person she was meeting was the little mute boy?
She didn't have much time left to waste.
Even if it wasn't the boy, any information about him would be valuable.
Margaret forced herself to stay calm and thought to herself, 'Margaret, don't be afraid. You haven't done anything wrong, so nothing will happen to you. You've helped so many people—Sarah, Raymond, the little mute boy, Ashley—you've done so much good. No one would ever want to hurt you.'
In the dense greenery, Sarah stood wearing a fur coat.
She was putting on disposable gloves while looking at the message Margaret had sent her on her phone.
She looked up at Margaret's back by the lake, a sinister smile on her lips. Sarah thought to herself, 'Margaret, you're such a fool! You walked right into my trap, like a rabbit in headlights.'
Sarah took out a knife hidden in her coat pocket, played with it for a moment, then put it back and walked step by step towards Margaret.
Today, Margaret had to die!
She had previously asked Ashley to do it, but Ashley had failed at the critical moment. It seemed she had to do it herself! Raymond had already fallen for Margaret and didn't want to marry her out of gratitude anymore. She had to kill Margaret!
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