Chapter 183 You Insist on Giving Me a Prenatal Checkup, Right?
Raymond didn't even try to avoid her when he made the call. He just said, "That's right," and hung up.
Margaret's smile was more painful than crying. "Raymond, do you really have to give me a prenatal checkup today?"
"You're not feeling well. Let Mr. Diaz take a look at you and see what's going on. And a prenatal checkup while we're at it," Raymond said coldly, frowning.
Margaret was so mad she laughed, gripping the thin blanket on her knees tightly. "I don't need it."
"It's not up to you."
Margaret smiled bitterly to herself. Exactly, whether she needed it or not wasn't her call. There was no escaping it.
Hubert showed up quickly. Twenty minutes later, he was at the apartment. Hubert, wearing a white coat and carrying a medical kit, first greeted Raymond and then smiled at Margaret.
Margaret felt really down and just gave him a slight smile, not saying much. Raymond asked Hubert to give her a prenatal checkup. Her face turned even paler, and she bit her lip, wanting to refuse, but she couldn't find a reason to.
Hubert noticed something was off and comforted her in a deep voice, "Mrs. Howard, don't be nervous. It's just a routine prenatal checkup. It's better to relax."
How could she relax? The lie was about to be exposed! Margaret bit her lip hard and said nothing.
Hubert followed the procedure and performed a series of checks on her. Halfway through the checkup, Hubert's frown deepened, and his expression became more complex.
Raymond's heart tightened too. He thought the baby in her womb was unhealthy, and his face turned grim. Only Margaret and Hubert knew what was really going on.
At that moment, Margaret realized there was no point in struggling, and she gave up resisting. Hubert was Raymond's subordinate; he wouldn't cover for her.
Margaret knew she had messed up. A chill spread through Margaret's body, limbs, and nerves. She swallowed. Like a puppet without a soul, she went through the various checks.
"Is it over? I'm tired," Margaret broke the silence first. She was telling the truth; the pressure in the living room was so low it was suffocating her. If she could, she wanted it to end now.
Hubert asked, "Mrs. Howard, have you been having trouble sleeping lately? You look very tired."
Obviously, Margaret didn't expect him to ask this question. Before Raymond took her to Silverwood for a trip, she had been suffering from insomnia for a long time. She suspected she had a psychological disorder.
Raymond even took her to Hubert for a psychological test. She felt there was a problem, but the test results showed she was normal, just overthinking due to pregnancy.
After the incident at Silverwood, she went through danger and was saved by Daniel. Although she survived, her health deteriorated, and she found it increasingly difficult to sleep. "Yes." Margaret nodded.
Hubert looked at her with a complex expression. "Mrs. Howard, you've got a lot on your mind. You need more rest."
That was true. Margaret's illness was caused by the endless entanglement, conflict, coercion, and humiliation she experienced with Raymond.
The long checkup finally ended. Raymond asked Hubert, "How is the baby?"
Margaret's heart instantly tightened. Hubert glanced at Margaret and Raymond, then said, "Mr. Howard, let's talk downstairs. Mrs. Howard is not in good health and shouldn't hear this."
"Okay." Before leaving, Raymond pulled the thin blanket over Margaret again and looked at her with a blank expression. "I'll be back soon."
"Okay," Margaret said, using all her strength to get the word out. She watched Raymond and Hubert leave the living room and head downstairs.
Unease, fear, and terror crept into her heart. Margaret got up from the sofa to pour some water. She had a feeling Raymond would find out she had a miscarriage. She had messed up. When he returned, there would be an unavoidable fierce battle.
She absentmindedly picked up the teapot and poured it into the glass in front of her. The spout of the teapot tilted. Scalding hot water unexpectedly poured onto her fingers. The pain made her fingers throb, and she quickly put down the teapot.
She ran to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and put her scalded hand under the icy cold water to cool it down. But the pain was still there.
Margaret's tears fell into the sink. After cooling down, she applied ointment and put on a band-aid.
Raymond hadn't come back yet. She was torn between fearing his return and fearing his absence. What were they talking about? It had been so long, and they hadn't finished.
Margaret felt overwhelmed. She forced herself to find something to do so she wouldn't overthink and scare herself.
She first watered the green plant in the corner. This green plant was something she bought on the street the day she received Ashley's voice recorder.
When she bought it, the plant was lush and full of vitality. But in just a few days, it had died! The roots had rotted, and the leaves had turned yellow and tattered.
Margaret's marriage with Raymond, their shared past, and the cancer cells in her body were all the same, weren't they? Beyond saving.
But Margaret still watered it carefully. She was such an unlucky person that she couldn't even keep a green plant alive.
Then she opened the glass door to the balcony. The howling cold wind, like sharp knives, crazily slashed her face. The parrot saw her, its eyes lit up instantly, and it called out excitedly. It wasn't dead yet! Margaret went back to get some feed and put it in its food box. She watched it eat quickly and then filled it up again. She thought to herself, 'Maybe after today, I wouldn't have the chance to feed it anymore.'
"Margaret likes Raymond! Margaret likes Raymond!" The parrot, full, flapped its shiny black wings and hopped around, repeating the words.
Margaret was stunned. Was her affection so obvious that even the parrot could see it? She preferred to believe that the parrot was intelligent and too smart rather than believe that Raymond had taught it to say that. Raymond wouldn't be so bored as to waste his precious time on a parrot.
"Margaret wants to have Raymond's baby!" The parrot stared at her, then suddenly smacked its beak and spoke.
However, the baby was long gone. She patted the parrot's head and said with a bitter smile, "Margaret used to like Raymond, but not anymore. And she won't have Raymond's baby."
When they first started dating, she did want to marry Raymond and have his baby. But times had changed, and she no longer wanted that, and her body wouldn't allow it.
The parrot was really smart and learned instantly, starting to shout loudly. Raymond, who had just entered the balcony, heard it and his face instantly darkened.
He strode over, grabbed Margaret's wrist, and dragged her towards the balcony door. "You're coming with me to the hospital for a recheck!"
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