Chapter 189 Won't Make It to Spring
"Only ten days left until Christmas, and spring's almost here," Daniel muttered, frowning. Comforting people wasn't really his thing. He knew Margaret needed it, but he was at a loss for words.
Margaret scoffed. Time flew. Spring would come soon enough. But even if she got a new liver and the transplant went well, she probably wouldn't make it to spring.
She had lost Raymond's baby, and he would just find new ways to make her suffer. Living would only bring more pain, both physically and mentally.
Margaret realized, with a heavy heart, that she was becoming less afraid of death, maybe even looking forward to it a bit. She didn't want to hear Raymond's curses anymore, or his cold, cutting sarcasm!
Thinking about it, a bitter smile crept onto her lips. She looked up at Daniel and said softly, "Mr. Taylor, thanks for your kindness, but I don't need it."
"Ms. Hughes, as long as you're alive, there's hope," Daniel said, his frown deepening.
Margaret shook her head. "Maybe for others, but not for me. Everyone's going to die eventually, so what's the difference if it's a bit sooner or later?"
"Margaret," Daniel suddenly called her by her first name, "don't you want to see the little mute boy?"
Margaret was momentarily stunned. She had wanted to see him, but Sarah had told her the little mute boy had died long ago.
If Daniel hadn't brought it up, she would've forgotten about him. Thinking of the little mute boy made Margaret's heart feel even heavier.
"Mr. Taylor, there's no need to look into the little mute boy anymore," Margaret said, pursing her lips.
Daniel looked puzzled. "Why?"
"Because he's already dead. Investigating further is just a waste of time. Anyway, thanks for your efforts, Mr. Taylor."
He noticed how pale Margaret's face was getting, and she seemed to have an aura of decay around her. Margaret turned and left. He stood there for a long time before leaving.
Margaret didn't know if it was because her body was getting weaker, but after climbing a few steps, she was exhausted. She walked a few steps, rested for a while, and kept going.
Back to the second floor.
The once spotless decor, coffee table, and ornaments were all covered in dust. Her clothes and toiletries were all at Raymond's apartment. She'd have to stay here tonight.
She hadn't eaten all day, and her stomach was growling, the stomach acid making her feel awful. But there were no snacks in the villa, and the fridge was empty. Not even a single tomato.
She finally found a cup of instant noodles. A year ago, she had gone to Hughes Group to bring Raymond lunch and saw the instant noodles on his desk. Not wanting him to eat unhealthy food, she had brought the cup of noodles back.
She boiled some water and soaked the noodles to eat. Margaret had been pampered since childhood and rarely ate such unhealthy fast food. But when one was hungry, anything tasted good.
Margaret ate in big mouthfuls, even drinking the soup from the cup. Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. She glanced at the caller ID; it was Nancy.
Nancy usually only called when Marlon had something urgent. Margaret quickly picked up the phone and answered.
"Margaret, did you upset him again?" Nancy's voice was frantic and anxious.
She didn't need to be told; she knew "him" meant Raymond. Margaret didn't respond and instead changed the subject. "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Mr. Diaz suddenly stopped your father's medication. Didn't you know? I thought you two were just having a little argument, so I didn't call you. But your father's medication has been stopped for three hours now. What is Raymond trying to do?"
Nancy yelled angrily over the phone. "Last time he stopped your father's medication, it was because you disappeared. Now you're back, and you even had his child. He shouldn't be so heartless. Raymond has no conscience! He's a jerk!"
"Can't you two talk things out? He stops your father's medication whenever you argue. Your arguments are between you two. What does it have to do with your father? He is such a jerk!"
Nancy continued to blame Margaret. "Margaret, you know what kind of person he is. Why do you still provoke him? I told you to endure it a little longer. Once your father wakes up, we can figure something out. Why are you arguing with him?"
"When you two fight, it's Hughes Family that suffers! From the time you started dating him, I told you he had ulterior motives. He was only interested in you because you were the only daughter of Hughes Family! But you wouldn't listen. You said I was biased against him! Now look, was I right? It's too late for regrets now."
The accusations made the noodles in Margaret's mouth taste awful. Her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face.
He had stopped Marlon's medication again! Raymond made sure she lived in regret every day, and he was quick to act on it.
Margaret wiped away her tears, forcing down the lump in her throat. "I'll go talk to Mr. Diaz."
"Mr. Diaz works for Raymond! If talking to Mr. Diaz would help, I would have done it for you. He said Raymond ordered that no one should restart your dad's meds without his permission!"
"This time, he wants your father's life. Do you understand?" Nancy cried, her tone softening. "Margaret, I know you're suffering. I'm suffering even more. We've always been noble and have never faced such hardship. Margaret, can you go talk to Raymond?"
Margaret scoffed. Now Raymond wanted to kill her whenever he saw her. Talking to him wouldn't help.
Margaret murmured, "It won't help. If I go to him, Dad will die even faster."
"What did you do to upset him? Margaret, you need to think clearly. Now is not the time to throw a tantrum! We only have you, and now that your dad needs treatment, you need to step up. This situation is all because of you!"
Nancy roared, "How do you know it won't help if you don't try? Go talk to him. Do you hear me? Say something nice to him. Is it that hard to beg him?"
Every time Nancy called, Margaret felt suffocated. Nancy kept reminding her that the Hughes family and Marlon were in this state because of her. She couldn't dodge her responsibility.
But Margaret couldn't blame Nancy for being selfish because Nancy was right. It was her fault that things had come to this. Maybe death was her only escape. Fortunately, she had a terminal illness and wouldn't live much longer.
"Okay, I'll go beg him now." Margaret hung up the phone, hot tears falling onto the phone screen, silently dripping to the floor.
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