Chapter 182 Is She Really That Afraid of Him?
Raymond saw her just sitting there, staring off into space, and it was really starting to get on his nerves. Was Margaret seriously that freaked out about him going with her to the prenatal checkup? Not even a hint of surprise or happiness?
"I told you to change and come with me for the checkup. Didn't you hear me? Or are you ignoring me again since I resumed Marlon's treatment?" His voice was dripping with irritation.
Margaret snapped out of her daze and lied, feeling guilty, "Your work is important. I can go by myself."
"Today, I'm not going anywhere. I'm coming with you to the checkup," Raymond insisted.
Margaret felt the pressure mounting and blurted out, "You don't need to come with me. I can handle it."
"Why are you so scared of me going to the hospital with you? What are you hiding now?"
She looked up and saw his suspicious eyes fixed on her. Finally, his gaze landed on her belly. "Are you hiding something from me?"
Of course, she was hiding something. The miscarriage happened because he couldn't wait to hurt her. After Daniel saved her from the icy lake, she ended up in the hospital.
When she woke up, Daniel told her the baby was gone. She had already been at risk of miscarriage before getting to the hospital.
It wasn't Margaret's fault. But she knew Raymond would jump at any chance to make a scene. He wouldn't miss an opportunity to torment her. She kept it from him not out of fear, but to protect Marlon from his anger.
Thinking about this made her heart race and her palms sweat. But she tried to stay calm, saying, "I'm not hiding anything from you."
"Then why aren't you changing clothes?"
Margaret said firmly, "Raymond, you really don't need to come with me."
He couldn't take it anymore, his brows furrowing deeply. "If you want me to help you change, just say so. I don't mind."
Margaret knew Raymond too well. Once he decided to go with her, he wouldn't back down. The more she hesitated, the more suspicious he'd get. She stood up and walked slowly to the closet.
Closing the door, she leaned against it. She swallowed nervously. What should she do? She absolutely couldn't go to the hospital. If she went, everything would come out. She couldn't let that happen.
No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure out a way to shake Raymond. There was a sudden knock on the closet door..
"How long are you going to take to change? It's been half an hour." Raymond's deep voice came through the door.
Margaret's body trembled. Had it really been half an hour already? She still hadn't thought of a solution!
"Almost done! If you're busy, you don't have to worry about me." Margaret tried to keep her voice steady, hoping he wouldn't notice anything off.
But Raymond's tone was firm. "I'll give you five more minutes, Margaret. If you're not out in five minutes, I'll come in and get you myself."Another warning! Margaret said she understood. Then she randomly grabbed a tight-fitting teal sweater, jeans, and a gray down jacket from the closet. She had no energy to pick out clothes or dress up.
Right now, Margaret was extremely anxious. She slowly put on her clothes. She had already pictured the fallout. Once Raymond found out the truth, he'd definitely cut off Marlon's medication again. The Hughes Family would be dragged into this mess.
She remembered asking him once what he'd do if the baby was gone. He said he'd make the Hughes Family pay. That was a consequence Margaret couldn't bear and didn't dare to risk.
"Are you done changing?" His tone was impatient, clearly unwilling to waste any more time.
Margaret didn't want him to open the door and start a fight. So she opened the closet door herself.
Raymond's hair was short, slicked back perfectly. His black suit was simple yet sophisticated. It was still one she had bought for him.
Margaret looked at it, feeling a deep sense of irony and bitterness. She didn't know what to make of him. If he was a bad guy, he still kept all the clothes she had bought for him and often wore them.
If he was affectionate, he was still messing around with Sarah, taking wedding photos and having an affair. He was just short of moving Sarah in with them.
Margaret thought his repeated attempts to harm her were probably because Sarah couldn't wait to have a formal status. He couldn't bear to let Sarah live in the shadows any longer.
Without comparison, there was no harm. It was clear who Raymond liked and cared for. She couldn't find any detail showing he cared for or loved her, even with a magnifying glass.
So she didn't want to deceive herself anymore. When he took her on trips, she mistakenly thought he had feelings for her. But then she saw Raymond and Sarah enter the same suite, with him considerately carrying her luggage.
When Sarah pressed her head into the icy lake, kicked her stomach with high heels, and hit her head with a brick, Margaret fully accepted the reality that Raymond really hated her and wanted her dead.
Feeling bitter and numb, Margaret blinked her dry eyes and went to the bathroom, then came out.
"Change your shoes; we're leaving now," Raymond said as he walked towards the door. He was very concerned about the baby's health.
Margaret's throat tightened, and she instinctively blurted out, "Raymond!"
"What's wrong?" Raymond turned, his voice cold.
Margaret clutched her belly, pretending to be sick, saying, "I'm not feeling well today. Can we go another day?" Raymond's frown deepened.
"Raymond, didn't you just say I'm your wife? Can't you show some concern for me? What's the difference between going today and tomorrow? I don't want to go today," Margaret said anxiously, even with a hint of coquettishness.
Raymond was momentarily stunned. This was the first time in a year she had acted coquettishly. It was as if they had returned to the past. He walked to her side, glanced at her pale cheeks, and saw a sickly beauty in her. Was Margaret really sick?
"Raymond, please? I'm really not feeling well today," Margaret said, her eyes welling up with tears. Raymond was moved and helped her to the sofa, then covered her with a thin blanket.Margaret, afraid of being exposed, urged him to go to Hughes Group for work. But he took out his phone and said into the phone, "Come to the apartment."
Hubert asked, "Mr. Howard, do you mean to have the prenatal checkup at your apartment?"
Hearing the question from Raymond's phone, Margaret's heart, which had just relaxed, instantly tensed up again.
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