Chapter 174 Margaret, You Really Surprise Me
"I swear, if I scratched Sarah's face and made her depressed, I'll get hit by a car the second I step outside and die a horrible death!" Margaret yelled, her forehead veins popping out.
Raymond gave her a complicated look. If he hadn't seen Sarah's messed-up state himself, he might've actually bought Margaret's lies.
Sarah had helped him out financially; without her, he wouldn't be where he was today. No way he could doubt his benefactor. So, he figured Margaret was just putting on a show to dodge responsibility.
"To avoid saying sorry, you even curse yourself? Margaret, you really surprise me!" Raymond sneered.
She laughed bitterly; she had explained everything she could. She had even made oaths she shouldn't have. But he just wouldn't believe her, what else could she do? It was maddening; Raymond was really something.
"Get out of the car and come with me to apologize to her!" Raymond ordered again.
She gritted her teeth and said with a cold smile, "NO WAY!"
"Are you really not going?"
"Are you deaf? I said, I'm not going!" Margaret snapped.
Raymond's face grew colder, like a storm brewing. The car was fully heated, yet he still radiated a cold aura. Raymond gave her a cold glance, thinking she was stubborn, and said, "I'll give you three minutes. If you don't come, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Then just kill me now. Haven't you always wanted me dead? Why wait three more minutes?" Margaret laughed bitterly in anger.
She didn't take the chance he gave her. Raymond irritably pushed open the car door and said, "I'm not joking with you. Think about whether you're getting out or not!" Then he decisively got out of the car. The car door slammed shut.
Margaret hugged her knees, curling up in the passenger seat. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She thought she had gotten used to his favoritism, his coldness, his selfishness, his ruthlessness. But now, she still couldn't control her sadness!
How much did he hate her? How much did he want her dead, to force her back to continue tormenting her the moment he found out she was still alive! He didn't even give her a moment to catch her breath.
The phone in her down jacket pocket suddenly broke the deathly silence. Margaret took out her phone, tears falling on the screen. She saw Nancy's name flashing on the screen.
Afraid that Nancy would worry, she quickly wiped her tears, adjusted her mood, and answered the call. Afraid that Nancy would hear the difference in her voice, she didn't speak first.
Nancy asked, "Margaret, did you talk to Raymond?"
"I did," Margaret said, trying to sound normal.
Nancy was focused on Marlon's condition and didn't notice Margaret's abnormality, quickly asking, "Didn't you say he would resume treatment for your dad? Why did Mr. Diaz say he didn't receive any notice from him? Margaret, the critical condition notice has been issued several times. If treatment isn't resumed tonight, your dad will really die."
Margaret quietly listened and held the phone. Nancy added, "I know you've been wronged and suffered. If not, you wouldn't have run away for these past few days. But we only have one daughter, and your dad hasn't woken up yet. Margaret, I have no choice. Don't fight with Raymond. We need his help now. If you fight with him, the only ones who will suffer are the Hughes Family."
Margaret bit her lip, feeling really uncomfortable, and stayed silent. She didn't know what to say. Of course, Marlon was still waiting for treatment to resume. She had too many constraints; she couldn't afford to act recklessly.
"Margaret, I'm begging you, can you say some nice things to Raymond? You're an adult now, you have to consider the consequences. We can't afford any more trouble. I don't want you to live like this, but I don't have the means. Otherwise, I would have taken you away from here long ago," Nancy wailed and cried on the phone. Her suffocating voice made it hard for Margaret to breathe.
Margaret's throat was sore, and tears kept flowing. She thought her tears had dried up, that she wouldn't cry anymore, but now she still couldn't control them. She wiped her tears, comforted Nancy, and then calmly hung up the phone.
She looked at the time on the phone screen, two minutes had passed. She opened the car door and got out. The howling cold wind messed up her long hair. Her cheeks hurt intensely, as if countless small knives were cutting into her pale face.
Margaret bit her lip, quickened her pace, and chased after Raymond. At this moment, she accepted her fate. She realized she was spineless; just moments ago, she had sworn she would rather die than apologize to Sarah. Yet, in just two minutes, she had faced reality.
Everyone had the right to choose their own life—except her. Her emotions became irrelevant, and Raymond's actions no longer mattered. What was important was that, despite their mutual hatred, they were still tightly bound together by the rope of fate, a bond they could neither cut nor sever.
If her acceptance and admission of fault could bring peace to the Hughes family, ensure Marlon's well-being, and bring a smile to Nancy's face, it would be worth it. She was already a person destined to die, so what did it matter if she temporarily set aside her pride?
Margaret didn't find Raymond in the hospital; she thought he would wait for her, but he didn't. She guessed that Sarah was in the dermatology inpatient building.
Taking the elevator to the corresponding floor, she called Raymond to ask for Sarah's room number. But he didn't answer—how ironic. Last time she blocked him; this time he blocked her. They were always missing each other.
Margaret sensibly didn't continue calling, but walked to the nurse's station and politely inquired. The nurse on duty checked the computer and found Sarah's room number.
At night, Margaret was the only person in the corridor, the white lights above were too glaring, making her face even paler.
Margaret's steps halted at the ward, the number the nurse had given her. She walked to the closed door and, through the glass window above it, saw Raymond feeding Sarah. His gaze held a gentleness Margaret had never seen before.
Margaret's fingers tightened on the doorknob, and her heart clenched. Was this what set love apart from indifference?
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