Chapter 17
Raymond yelled, "Shut up? Why the hell should I shut up? Marlon was a beast! He croaked outside the OR, no treatment! That's his damn karma!"
Raymond was pretty pleased with her meltdown and helpless look, and he yanked his hand away from hers.
Margaret got tossed onto the gray bedding.
She lay there, fists clenched, pounding the bed over and over. She always thought Raymond was a jerk, but she never imagined he'd be this cold-hearted.
Forcing her to divorce, letting Marlon die, and now Nancy's in a mental hospital.
Anger, rage, hatred, frustration, all kinds of emotions flooded Margaret's heart.
She shot Raymond a look full of hatred.
Her whole body shook with anger, breathing all fast and furious.
"Now you know what it's like to lose family for over a decade? That's karma!" Raymond's lips curled into a cold smirk, and he turned away, ready to leave.
Margaret's eyes locked onto the scissors on the bedside table.
Raymond, that bastard, she was gonna kill him!
She grabbed the scissors and lunged at his broad back.
She'd already made up her mind. She would first kill Raymond to avenge her parents, and then head to the cops to confess.
Once Raymond was dead, his assets, stocks, and funds could support Nancy in her old age.
This was her last shot to turn things around.
As long as Raymond was alive, Nancy was in danger.
The sharp blade was just inches from Raymond.
Suddenly, he spun around. He grabbed her wrist with precision and force.
His grip was ironclad, his eyes mocking and cold. "You think you can kill me?"
She'd loved him for over a decade, and in the end, her family was wrecked, and she ended up like this.
He'd used her feelings to cope with Marlon, and he didn't feel a shred of guilt.
He even framed Marlon, saying he was a killer.
Marlon was a philanthropist, the kindest guy ever, no way he could kill anyone.
Margaret didn't know if she lost control or if his grip was so strong it felt like he was gonna crush her wrist; her dried-up tears now flowed like a river.
With a clatter, the scissors fell from her hand.
She cried in despair, feeling utterly useless, unable to do anything against Raymond!
Raymond suddenly let go of her hand. "Quit your act in front of me. It doesn't work on me."
Margaret collapsed on the bed.
Raymond said, "Marlon's still in the hospital room, and his funeral's in three days! I'll give you three days to get your head straight! If you don't eat and take your IV properly in these three days, I swear you won't even give him a lat look!"
Raymond squatted down, his fingers harshly gripping her chin, giving her a gentlemanly smile. "I'm so good to you, even giving you the chance to discharge him from the hospital."
She used to love his smile, thinking it was pure, like fresh snow.
But nowit was dirty, sinister, and sent chills down her spine.
Margaret cried and asked him, "I don't get you, Raymond. You said my dad killed your whole family, and you hate me. So why do you care if I eat or not? Wouldn't it be better if I died? You wouldn't have to kill me yourself, wouldn't that be great? Or, have you fallen in love with me?"
He said, "The game of torturing you has just begun. If you die, how boring would that be for me?"
Raymond, wearing black leather gloves, smiled and patted her cheek, but the intense hatred in his eyes couldn't be erased by his smile.
After Raymond left, Margaret's body slid down the door, collapsing softly. "Dad, I'm sorry; it's all my fault."
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