Chapter 171 All Explanations Seem Powerless Now
Margaret instantly chilled out, stopped fighting, and quit being so stubborn. Whenever he was pissed, he'd use Marlon to make her cave. Every single time. She thought she was used to it, but it still hurt like hell.
Seeing her give in, Raymond's anger started to fade. Then there was a knock at the apartment door. Raymond let go of her, and his phone rang. He picked up, turned around, and headed downstairs, saying, "Sarah."
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. Sarah called him? Did he come back just to see Sarah?
Raymond kept going downstairs, still on the phone.
"Raymond," Margaret called out. When will Marlon get his meds again? He ignored her and kept going.
Margaret didn't have time to feel sad before Nancy called her. On the phone, Nancy sounded frantic. "Margaret, have you seen Raymond?"
"Yeah, I saw him," Margaret said, holding the phone tight.
Nancy was confused, "Then why hasn't he started the meds again? Mr. Diaz issued another critical notice for your dad! If he doesn't get his meds tonight, your dad's really gonna die! Didn't Raymond say he'd start the meds after seeing you? Why did he back out?"
Nancy's questions left Margaret speechless. It felt like no explanation would be enough.
Nancy had always been protected by Marlon. She never had to deal with big problems; she just enjoyed Marlon's love and care. So when something happened to Marlon, Nancy would freak out and get scared.
That was why Margaret didn't want to tell her about her terminal illness. Nancy wasn't strong enough to handle it. If she knew, she'd lose it.
Nancy's sobs on the phone were overwhelming. Margaret had to suppress her own sadness, comfort Nancy, and lie that Raymond had agreed to start Marlon's treatment again. Then she hung up.
As heavy footsteps got closer, Margaret looked up, surprised. Raymond was back, holding a takeout bag. He sneered, "You're really good at lying. When did I agree to continue his treatment?"
"What do you want to keep my dad's treatment going?" Margaret took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. It was ironic; she thought she had everything covered—shares, cash, and Marlon's medical expenses. She believed she had the upper hand. But reality was different! No wonder he was willing to sign that contract and give her so much; it was all for this.
Raymond ignored her, placed the takeout on the dining table, and began unpacking it. He took out several disposable food containers and set them on the table, opening each one. "Eat," he said, his voice cold as ice.
Margaret wasn't in the mood to eat and asked, "My dad can't wait any longer, don't you know? How long are you gonna stop the meds? The hospital issued a critical notice!" She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose; the more anxious she got, the calmer he seemed.
He pushed the maternity meal in front of her. Then he personally took out the utensils and placed them on the food container, saying, "Margaret. I don't want to say it again."
He only knew she was carrying his child. So he had to make sure she ate well. Once the baby was born, she'd be all about the kid. It was ridiculous how their once good relationship now needed a baby to hold it together.
Margaret was so anxious she was about to cry, but she couldn't piss him off. She could only obediently pull out a chair, sit down, pick up the utensils, and quickly shove food into her mouth.
Tears of helplessness and despair streamed down her face. Marlon's life was hanging by a thread, and she was stuck here eating with Raymond! She couldn't even say no! Margaret felt a lump in her throat; it was so uncomfortable.
Raymond watched her sobbing uncontrollably, pulled out a tissue, and instinctively wanted to hand it to her. But then he remembered how she had disappeared for Daniel and cohabited for those few days.
His face turned grim again, and he crumpled the tissue into a ball before saying, "Why are you crying now? Save your tears for when he's really gone."
Margaret burst into tears at his words. She couldn't even swallow the food in her mouth. Her heart felt like it was breaking. She said in confusion, "Raymond, he's your elder! He made mistakes, and he's paid for them! You married me, and you've been tormenting me! I've accepted it all!''
She added, ''What more do you want? Raymond, you can't be so cruel! Can't you put yourself in my shoes? If I treated you the same way, could you bear it? You couldn't! We agreed, you can torment me, but don't make things difficult for my dad! He's old; he can't take your torment!''
''You've already lost your parents; you should know the pain of losing a loved one! Do you really want me to become an orphan?" Margaret cried and shouted, "I'm your wife, Raymond! Haven't I been good to you? Can't you be a little kinder to me? Raymond, you're too much!"
"Shut up! Haven't I been good to you? You're truly ungrateful!" Raymond glared at her, his eyes filled with a viciousness that seemed like he wanted to tear her apart.
Just because she repeatedly challenged his limits, he shouldn't have forgiven her so easily. But he still couldn't bring himself to hurt her!
If it weren't for his love, the Hughes Family would have been gone long ago, Marlon would have been dead, and Margaret would have been abandoned by him. But Margaret was never satisfied.
He didn't dare to think about what might have happened between her and Daniel during those days they were alone. Did Daniel sleep with her?
Thinking of this, Raymond said directly, "Stop with the crying; it disgusts me."
Margaret laughed bitterly. She was so sad, so heartbroken, and all she got in return was that she disgusted him. It was the ultimate irony.
Margaret wiped her tears, took big bites of food, and forced herself to swallow as she said, "Fine, go ahead and kill Daniel. Kill him, and I don't want to live either. Living with you is worse than death. I take back what I said earlier; I have no more hope, and I won't beg you anymore." Since destruction was inevitable, she would accept it calmly.
"Raymond, if you're going to do it, do it quickly. After my dad's funeral, I can leave this world without any attachments." Margaret's eyes were filled with despair, as if she had lost all hope.
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