Chapter 184 Unavoidable
Raymond was very strong, and his grip landed right on the spot where she'd been burned by hot water. Margaret felt a sharp pain shoot through her body.
"Margaret used to like Raymond, but not anymore! Margaret won't have children for Raymond!" The parrot squawked, shaking its black feathers like it was putting on a show.
Raymond's face turned grim. Even the damn parrot knew she'd lost their baby! But he, the fool, had no clue.
Raymond refused to accept it, refused to believe what Hubert had said. He couldn't fathom that Margaret would be so heartless, so cruel, to lose their baby without telling him!
He shot a glare at the parrot, his eyes cold and maybe even murderous. The parrot clammed up, closing its eyes and pretending to sleep.
Raymond's steps were quick and furious. Margaret struggled to keep up, almost tripping over the threshold of the balcony door. She bumped her head against his back, his black suit feeling like a brick wall.
Dizzy, she stumbled as Raymond dragged her downstairs. She couldn't hold it in any longer. It had already happened, why couldn't he just accept it?
She broke free and shouted, "Raymond, Hubert wasn't lying. The baby is really gone!"
"Shut up!" Raymond snapped, scooping her up and carrying her downstairs, his face cold as ice.
He marched to the black Bentley parked outside. He yanked open the door and shoved her into the passenger seat. Margaret tried to get out, but he jumped in first and locked the doors.
Raymond floored it, his long fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard they turned pale, like he was about to crush it. "We're going to another hospital for a checkup," he said, maybe to her, maybe to himself.
Margaret had wanted his baby so badly, she wouldn't have lost it on purpose. There had to be some mistake. Raymond kept telling himself, 'This is just a sick joke Margaret's playing. Don't fall for it. Wait for the test results before you lose it. Your relationship with Margaret is already in the toilet. Don't make it worse.'
He drove, giving himself a mental pep talk the whole way. But deep down, he was terrified. Hubert was his guy; Hubert wouldn't lie about something this huge.
Raymond's mind was a mess, like it was about to explode. He couldn't even imagine what he'd do if another hospital confirmed it. He might lose it completely. He might drag Margaret, Marlon, and the whole Hughes Family down with him.
There were a ton of traffic lights on the road. He felt a storm of emotions. Conflicted, scared, and anxious, he felt like he was wrapped up tight.
Margaret let out a bitter laugh. He glanced at her coldly; her face was so indifferent. There wasn't a hint of maternal instinct in her eyes.
Raymond's heart twisted in agony. "Margaret, you better hope the baby in your belly is still okay. Otherwise, I won't let you off."
Hearing Raymond's threat, Margaret felt suffocated. Just like her fate, no matter how she struggled, it was useless. No matter how she resisted, there was no hope.
Margaret bit her lip, her expression complicated. She didn't say a word. She was too scared and helpless to argue with him. But besides being scared, she felt completely powerless.
The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, pure torture. Margaret felt like she was being thrown into a frying pan. Despair and helplessness slowly ate away at her heart. But it wouldn't kill her right away.
The most ironic part was the hospital Raymond took her to was Marlon's. And the doctor who'd be checking her out was her original attending physician. Before, when she wanted to come here for treatment, Raymond didn't believe her. Now they were here, with this doctor.
The doctor looked shocked when Raymond dragged Margaret in. Seeing her frail state, he frowned and asked, "Ms. Hughes, are you feeling unwell?"
The doctor knew Raymond was her husband, but he had promised Margaret to keep her condition confidential. She had told him she was getting a divorce and didn't want any trouble. So, he didn't mention her cancer; he just asked if she felt unwell.
Margaret was about to speak. Raymond glared at the doctor and said, "Give her a prenatal checkup!"
"Ms. Hughes, are you pregnant again?" The doctor was stunned. Margaret's body was already so weak. She had just miscarried; how could she be pregnant again? They must be nuts!
Seeing the doctor's reaction, Raymond's face darkened. "I told you to do a prenatal checkup, so do it. Just follow my orders."
Margaret smiled calmly. "Doctor, listen to him and give me a prenatal checkup." Lying was pointless. Hubert already knew the truth. Might as well just go along with it.
The doctor knew Raymond owned the hospital. Coupled with his intimidating presence and Margaret's insistence, he had no choice but to write the order.
After writing it up, Raymond grabbed Margaret's wrist again, his face cold as they left the office. Margaret felt like a robot, being led by the nurse through one test after another.
After the checkup, they waited in the hallway. The test report could have been picked up later, but Raymond insisted on waiting, as if he was afraid Margaret would fake it.
Margaret sat on the long bench, looking at the band-aid on her scalded hand. The band-aid had been pulled askew by him. She tore it off and reapplied it.
Before the result came out, Raymond stood by the window at the end of the hallway, smoking with a cold expression.
She saw his tense facial contours, his brows furrowed, smoking one cigarette after another. Why did Raymond give her the illusion that he was very sad and cared about that child?
She thought, 'He's just trying to torture me. He knows I have terminal liver cancer, but he's still pushing me to have a baby, just to make me suffer. He knows the baby can't be born, so who is he pretending for? There's no one else here but me.'
Margaret sneered. Raymond, the hypocrite, had been wearing a mask for so long.
Half an hour passed, the door of the examination room opened. A nurse holding a thin piece of paper glanced down the hallway, saying, "Is Margaret here? The prenatal checkup report is out."
"I'm here." Margaret took the report from the nurse, but before she could glance at it, a large hand snatched it away.
She looked up to see Raymond already standing in front of her, expressionless as he looked at the report in his hand.
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