Chapter 170 Raymond Can't Wait to Make a Move on You
Raymond angrily tossed the car keys onto the cabinet. Margaret, who was on the phone, jumped and trembled. She looked up to see Raymond, dressed in a black coat, striding towards her with a cold expression.
Margaret was stunned for a moment, and Daniel seemed to sense something was off and quickly asked her what was going on over the phone. She forced a smile, said something urgent had come up, and quickly hung up.
Margaret gripped her phone tightly, watching Raymond approach, and Sarah's words echoed in her mind. "Do you think I want to kill you? It's your husband who can't wait! Raymond wants you dead! Don't you know how much he wants you dead?"
Sarah's sharp voice rang in her ears like a loudspeaker, driving her mad. It wasn't the first time he wanted to kill her. Now she understood why she had to protect Sarah—because Ashley had Sarah's back, and Sarah had Raymond's.
If it were before, she would have broken down, questioned him, and cried. But now, Margaret was unusually calm. She had accepted this cruel reality when she chose to come back.
When she was rescued from the river by Daniel and taken to the hospital, she refused to eat or drink and silently wept. She couldn't understand why so many people hated her and wanted her dead! Even if she was Marlon's daughter, what had she done wrong? She knew nothing and was innocent.
She had been married to Raymond for so many years, yet he had never shown her any compassion. They didn't seem like a couple, but rather enemies.
Margaret locked herself in the ward for two whole days. She didn't eat, speak or sleep. Eventually, she forced herself to accept it. She had to allow anything to happen! Because even if she didn't allow it, what could she do?
Seeing Raymond approach, Margaret only felt a sting of irony. She was exhausted, and his cold, mocking gaze made her avert her eyes; she didn't want to look at him.
This small action made Raymond's face darken even more. He said with a cold smile, "As soon as I come back, you stop talking to him? What other shady things are you discussing?"
Margaret looked up again, scrutinizing him. His shirt was wrinkled, and stubble had appeared on his chin. It gave her the illusion that his disheveled appearance was because she had been missing for a few days.
But she quickly dismissed that possibility; her disappearance was his doing. How could he have become like this because of her? She used to be blind to reality and overly confident, but now she had self-awareness.
"What do you mean by not speaking? Are you admitting it?" Raymond's frown deepened. Was Margaret now unwilling to even defend herself?
She blinked her dry eyes, pursed her lips, and after thinking for a long time, still didn't know how to respond. She realized that she and Raymond had nothing left to say.
Now Marlon was still in the hospital, needing medication for recovery, and angering him would do no good. She could only remain silent, like a student who had done something wrong, bowing her head, waiting for his impending anger. Her belly suddenly growled; she had rushed back to see Marlon and hadn't eaten much.Raymond looked at her angrily and said in a furious tone, "Just look at you now, so messy. Why don't you go change into clean clothes?" Because he caught a whiff of another man's cologne on her clothes, one he recognized as Daniel's.
Margaret felt he was just stalling, biting her lip as she pleaded, "Raymond, please continue my father's treatment!"
"Don't you get it? I told you to change clothes!" Raymond roared, his anger boiling over.
So he was already so fed up with her, no wonder he couldn't wait to act against her. Margaret's nose tingled with the sting of tears, but she didn't want to look pathetic in front of him. She forced back the tears and quickly went to the dressing room.
Closing the door, she leaned against it, cold and stiff, covering her mouth as she sobbed. Margaret thought to herself, 'Raymond, I'm your wife. Do you know I'm about to die? You'll never see me again. Can't you be a little nicer to me? Just a little bit.'
After crying herself out, she pulled herself together, changed into a cream-colored knitted dress, and to hide her flat stomach, she put on a down jacket. She zipped it up, holding the clothes she had just changed out of, and walked out of the dressing room.
Raymond was still sitting on the sofa in the living room. She didn't look at him, holding the clothes in her arms, intending to put them in the washing machine.
"Throw them away!" Raymond's clear command came again.
Margaret smiled bitterly. Could she not even decide what to do with her own clothes? She said with a bitter smile, "Give me a reason."
Rationality told her she should just comply and not anger him, especially since she needed something from him now. But she still blurted out the words.
"Don't you know the reason?" Raymond sneered, thinking Margaret was playing dumb. Raymond thought to himself, 'You lived with Daniel for these few days, and you still miss him?'
Margaret pursed her lips and said, "I really don't know."
"If it's dirty, it should be thrown away. Is that reason enough?" His tone grew more impatient.It wasn't just the clothes that were dirty. Raymond had been dirty for a long time. Should she throw him away too? Margaret raised her misty eyes, seriously looking at the impeccably dressed Raymond on the sofa, saying, "You're dirty too, should I throw you away?"
"Margaret, do you think you're so innocent? Don't think I don't know what you've been doing behind my back!" Raymond laughed angrily, suddenly standing up. He walked up to Margaret, grabbing her chin.
Her eyes were sincere as she said, "What have I done? Tell me."
How innocent she looked. If Raymond hadn't personally investigated and heard from Brenda about her living with Daniel, he would have been fooled by her pitiful appearance.
His fingers tightened. He saw her eyes fill with tears, but her gaze remained stubborn. He had intended to reveal her true, disgusting nature. But now Raymond hesitated, what would it matter if he exposed her? Even if he revealed her true self, she would still be his wife. If they fell out, it would only push her into Daniel's arms, and he would gain nothing.
Raymond forcibly suppressed his anger, let go of her, snatched the clothes from her arms, and threw them into the trash without hesitation.
Margaret wanted to pick them up, but he grabbed her wrist. She looked up to see his eyes full of anger. Raymond said, "If you dare pick them up, I'll make Marlon die right now, believe it or not!"
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