Chapter 185 I Think I Don't Love Anyone
Margaret saw Raymond's face, dark and stormy, veins popping on his forehead. She knew she had screwed up big time. Raymond was onto her.
"Raymond, I..." Margaret stammered, feeling a wave of panic. But the words just wouldn't come out.
Before she could say anything else, Raymond crumpled the medical report in his hand, grabbed her roughly, and stormed out of the hospital, dragging her along with his long strides.
Margaret struggled to keep up, nearly tripping several times. He yanked open the door of his black Bentley and shoved her into the back seat like she was nothing.
The door slammed shut with a loud thud. Raymond's large hand clamped down on her chin, and with the other, he shoved the crumpled report in her face. "Say something!" he demanded.
Margaret's chin throbbed with pain, feeling like it might break under his grip. He knew everything, so what was there to say? It was all so absurd.
Her silence only fueled Raymond's rage. His eyes turned bloodshot as he banged her head against the car window, each hit harder than the last. Margaret's head went numb from the impact, the pain fading into a dull ache.
"Say something! Margaret, didn't you hear me?" Raymond roared, his veins bulging as if they might burst.
Tears streamed down Margaret's face, dripping onto her dry, cracked lips. She thought to herself, 'So salty. So this is what tears taste like.'
"Margaret, that was your child too! You asked for so many benefits, negotiated so many terms, and then you went behind my back to have an abortion!" Raymond's voice was filled with fury, his body trembling with anger.
Did she know how much he had been looking forward to this child? Did she know he had planned to let go of his hatred and start over with her? He even prayed to his deceased parents to bless her and their child.
Margaret didn't know. This cold-hearted woman knew nothing. She only knew how to manipulate him, use him, and play games with his feelings.
She had promised him, made him believe her, and said she would fulfill his wish. His wish was for the child to be born safely and for their relationship to go back to how it was.
She was just like Marlon, her biological father. His parents had lived honest lives, never making enemies. Marlon had no reason to hurt them, yet he had been ruthless.
Raymond used to think Margaret was different, that she was innocent. Now he realized how foolish he had been. Margaret shared the same selfish and vicious traits as Marlon. How could she be innocent? How could she be different?
Raymond felt the last bit of hope in his life vanish. It was like a string in his mind was slowly snapping. "Why?" Raymond's anger grew with her silence, her look of despair only making him more furious.
Margaret felt a deep sorrow. How could he not know the reason? She sneered, and that smile only made Raymond angrier.
His hand slid from her chin to her neck, choking her tightly. Her head banged against the car window, but it didn't shatter.
"Speak! Margaret, are you mute? I told you to speak!" Raymond roared, his voice filled with heart-wrenching fury.
Margaret was stunned. Raymond's ruthless eyes turned red, and tears streamed down his face. This was the first time she had seen him cry. Was this child that important? He was actually crying. The child was gone, and he cried. What about her? At her funeral, would he shed a symbolic tear?
Margaret spoke in a daze, "Raymond, if one day I die, will you shed a few tears like you are now?"
The child's abortion made Raymond lose his rationality. His face flushed with rage, he snapped, "Why aren't you dead yet?"
Margaret was dazed. She had heard this many times before. She never believed that words could kill invisibly before. Now she did.
"Raymond, are you that impatient?" Margaret's nose tingled as she asked with a smile.
Raymond choked her neck, saying, "A woman as vicious and despicable as you doesn't deserve to live! You killed your own child with your own hands, what right do you have to live in this world? Margaret, you deserve to die! Do you know how long I've tolerated you?"
Margaret reached out, trying to pry his hand off her neck. But his strength was too great, she couldn't pry it off.
Raymond continued, "I've warned you countless times, your only bargaining chip was the child in your womb! You ignored my warnings. Margaret, how dare you do this to me! I've been very nice to you! It's my fault for being too kind to you!"
Margaret couldn't break free, and finally, she resigned herself to fate. She stopped resisting. Her fate was death; if Raymond didn't choke her to death, illness would claim her.
He actually thought he had been too good to her. Ridiculous! Margaret thought his grief and rage were because the child was gone, and he had lost a good opportunity to torment her. Because he had said he couldn't wait, even though he knew she had late-stage liver cancer, he still couldn't wait for her to disappear.
Margaret closed her eyes in despair. Warm tears fell down her pale cheeks as she said, "Then choke me to death."
Living was painful, exhausting, and oppressive. She didn't have the courage to disappear on her own; she bore too many shackles and responsibilities. If Raymond ended it for her, it would be a relief. Everything would be over.
Raymond saw her resigned look, her lack of remorse, guilt, or apology, and grew angrier. His bony fingers gradually tightened. The enemy's daughter didn't deserve to live in this world!
"As you wish, Margaret," Raymond said coldly.
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