Chapter 18
Mary snatched up all the scissors, knives, forks, and anything sharp in the room.
She was like a robot, just eating, popping pills, and getting IVs every day.
When the nurse checked her over, her eyes were dead inside.
She spent three days trying to figure out how she got here.
How did she ever fall for Raymond?
He still had her phone.
Looking out the window, she saw over twenty bodyguards outside the villa.
They had the Hughes family locked down tight.
Cameras were everywhere, even in her bedroom.
Raymond was a total creep, watching her every move.
She didn't cry or throw a fit because she knew it was pointless.
There was no way out.
For the first couple of days, the food looked good, but her stomach was a mess, and she couldn't eat.
Mary tried to help, "Ms. Hughes, you should eat something. Once you're better, Mr. Howard will let you go."
Mary didn't know what was up between her and Raymond, but she still tried to get her to eat.
The house was full of cameras, so she couldn't say much and just brought the food every day.
Margaret remembered she would see Marlon tomorrow and could bring him home for his funeral.
She couldn't look too skinny at the funeral; Marlon wouldn't rest easy with that.
Margaret started eating in big bites.
She needed to catch up on the meals she missed to get her strength back; otherwise, Raymond wouldn't let her go to the hospital to get Marlon.
Marlon was left alone in the hospital.
She was living okay here but felt regret, guilt, and shame.
Her tears fell into the bowl, but she finished her meal and even showed the empty bowl to the camera.
In the middle of the night, Margaret's stomach was killing her, and she threw up everything she ate.
Her stomach was a mess.
Mary rushed in worriedly.
The bathroom was the only place without a camera. Margaret slumped on the floor, grabbed Mary's sleeve, her eyes red, and said, "Don't tell him. Tomorrow is really important to me."
"Ms. Hughes, I didn't see anything, and I don't know anything. Please get up; the floor is cold." Mary had red eyes too. Her daughter had her age, and she loved her dearly.
Seeing Margaret like this reminded her of her daughter, and she quickly helped Margaret up.
That night, Margaret didn't sleep, waiting from dusk till dawn.
She remembered when she was diagnosed with cancer, Raymond came home to wish her an early death, and she endured it the same way.
She got up early the next day, ate the breakfast Mary made, and then put on makeup. She rarely did it, but today was different; it was Marlon's final journey.
Margaret wanted to go through this in the best possible spirit.
After finishing her makeup, she chose a red dress. This dress was Marlon's favorite to see her in and was also bought by him.
When she drove to the hospital, she looked at her watch; it was only 9 AM.
She took the elevator to the right floor.
She heard a cold, indifferent voice from a medical staff member. "The patient in room 1502 has been here for several days. Notify the family to take the deceased away."
Her steps instantly stopped, and it felt like her blood vessels were about to burst. The patient in room 1502 was her father, Marlon. So Marlon was really dead!
This sentence caught Margaret off guard, and her mind went blank.
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