Chapter 168 Nowhere to Be Found
The bedroom was pitch dark. Brenda flicked the switch on the wall, and the ceiling light instantly blazed to life.
Raymond took a look around; the decor was decent, way better than the outside made it seem. The bed was a mess, but no one was there.
Raymond checked the bathroom, the kitchen, the closet, and everywhere else. Margaret was nowhere to be found. Raymond's face darkened.
"Where is Ms. Hughes?" Alvin asked Brenda, clearly annoyed.
Brenda, looking confused, said, "I don't know. She was here half an hour ago. That guy even brought her some food."
Raymond immediately noticed the black backpack on the cabinet. That backpack, no doubt, belonged to Margaret. He walked over, unzipped the backpack, and found a thermos inside. He had bought it for her, and she always carried it around to drink water. Brenda wasn't lying; she had indeed been staying here!
Alvin saw a sticky note on the table, glanced at it, tore it off, and handed it to Raymond. "Mr. Howard, this is Mrs. Howard's handwriting. She's already left!"
Raymond took it and scanned it. The handwriting on the sticky note was as neat as she was.
Margaret wrote: [Brenda, I had to leave unexpectedly. I don't need the deposit back.]
Did she know he was coming and left beforehand? But who leaked the information? Raymond glanced at Alvin, who quickly waved his hands in explanation. "Mr. Howard, I didn't tip off Mrs. Howard."
After leaving the small courtyard, Raymond sat in the Bentley, propping his chin with one hand. He thought to himself, 'Margaret, do you think you can escape? Just wait, I'll find you!'
At this moment, Margaret had just returned to Silverbrook, with Daniel driving her to the hospital where Marlon was. Because Daniel had told her that he had passed away and the farewell ceremony would be held tomorrow.
She had been pushed into the river by Sarah and saved by Daniel, resulting in a miscarriage. She had thrown away her phone, cut off all contact with the outside world, and rented a house in the countryside to recuperate.
She hadn't expected Daniel to tell her the news of Marlon's death. She had rushed back. She cried the entire way, thinking of Marlon, who loved and cherished her dearly.
She had endured so much suffering just to see Marlon get better, to ensure Nancy had someone to rely on in the future. But Marlon had died. Tears streamed down Margaret's face. She said with a weary smile, "Mr. Taylor, can you go faster? I'm worried I won't see him in time."
Raymond was a particularly bad and ruthless person. If she was late, she might not even see Marlon's body. Daniel handed her a handkerchief and said with concern, "Wipe your tears."
"Thank you," Margaret said, her voice choked with sobs, as she took it and wiped her face.
Daniel stepped on the gas, reducing the twenty-minute drive to just ten minutes. The car stopped at the hospital entrance. Margaret hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt. Daniel looked at her uneasily and said with concern, "Do you need me to take you up?"
Margaret worried that Raymond might be upstairs and didn't want Daniel to go up. She wasn't afraid of Raymond causing trouble but didn't want Raymond to blame Daniel. "No need, Mr. Taylor, thank you. Once I've handled my affairs, I'll personally thank you. You go ahead with your business."
"Alright." Daniel didn't insist, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
Margaret got out of the car, slammed the door shut, and sprinted towards the hospital entrance. She ran fast, desperate. But she still missed the elevator.Anxious tears streamed down her face. Marlon had died so quickly because of her. How was Nancy holding up now?
Margaret had only recently miscarried, and her body was still weak. The sadness in her heart made the wound in her uterus ache, as if it were being torn apart.
Finally, the elevator arrived. Margaret rushed in and frantically pressed the floor button. Her nose stung unbearably, and her throat felt blocked. Tears fell uncontrollably; she had been crying for hours.
She knew that what had happened couldn't be changed by tears, that crying was useless. But she couldn't control it; she felt so useless! All she could do was cry!
Perhaps she had cried so much that her lower eyelids were painfully swollen, as if pricked by a thousand needles, causing her entire body to tremble with pain. The elevator ride, though only a few seconds, felt like an eternity.
As soon as the elevator doors finally opened, Margaret shot out like an arrow, running down the long corridor. Three bodyguards stood at the door of Marlon's room.
The bodyguards were shocked to see Margaret, saying, "Mrs. Howard? You're back?"
Margaret ignored them and rushed into the room. One bodyguard urged, "Mrs. Howard is back. Call Mr. Howard!" One of the bodyguards took out his phone and dialed Raymond's number.
Raymond had just boarded his private jet, his face extremely grim. He answered the bodyguard's call and said into the phone, "Speak."
"Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard is back!" The bodyguard was excited on the phone.
Raymond said with a sneer, "She's back?"
"Yes, Mrs. Howard is in Mr. Hughes' room now! Mrs. Howard is crying a lot; she's very upset!" The bodyguard said worriedly.
Raymond gave a few instructions, the bodyguard agreed, and Raymond hung up.
The private jet slowly took off, soaring into the sky. Raymond downed his drink in one gulp. He knew it; how could she not care about Marlon's life or death? It was laughable; he didn't even factor into her decision to return!
The Margaret who used to cling to him so much had become like this. She must have transferred her affection for him to Daniel.
At Silverbrook Hospital, in Marlon's ward.
Nancy hugged Margaret, crying her heart out, telling her everything that had happened in the past few days.
Margaret finally understood that Marlon had only been cut off from his medication, and his death was just a ruse by Raymond to lure her out.
"Margaret, you need to contact Raymond. He said that only if you show up will your father continue to receive treatment! Marlon has been given several critical condition notices; he can't wait any longer!" Nancy was entirely focused on Marlon's health condition, ignoring what had happened to Margaret.
Margaret pressed her lips together and said with a blank expression, "I lost my phone." It must have fallen into the lake when Sarah beat her.
She had been avoiding reality, so she hadn't bought a new phone or replaced her SIM card; otherwise, she would have shown up long ago.
"Use my phone!" Nancy hurriedly took out her phone, dialed Raymond's number, and handed it to Margaret before saying, "Talk to him. He only listens to you; he won't pay attention to us."
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