Chapter 192 Margaret Fainted
Thinking about how her once amazing life, full of youthful beauty, had turned into such a disaster, she realized she had completely messed everything up. She remembered the promise she made with Raymond, to be together forever, but that never happened.
Tears streamed down Margaret's face. They fell onto the vast white snow, disappearing instantly. Margaret thought to herself, 'Raymond, goodbye forever.'
Meanwhile, in his apartment, Raymond was still taking a cold shower. The icy water pounded relentlessly on his well-defined, muscular body and his very short hair.
Water droplets ran down his cheeks and his prominent nose, continuously falling. He couldn't even open his eyes. He had been showering for a long time. But the anger in his heart wouldn't go away.
Raymond just couldn't get why she seemed like a totally different person. The Margaret he first met always wanted to have his baby, but now she went behind his back and heartlessly aborted their child.
The Margaret he once knew was innocent, cheerful, and kind, definitely not the lying, scheming person she had become. The most frustrating thing was, she had become so unbearable, yet he still couldn't bring himself to truly torment her. If being soft-hearted was a disease, then he was already terminally ill.
Raymond suddenly felt very uneasy, sensing that something had happened. He turned off the shower, grabbed a white towel to dry himself, and went to the closet for clean clothes.
To his dismay, he found that all his clothes had been chosen by Margaret. His infatuation and her heartlessness formed a stark contrast.
After proposing a divorce to Margaret, he moved into this single apartment. He had thought about throwing away all the items Margaret had bought for him and starting anew.
Sarah had also bought clothes for him, but after wearing them once, he felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable. So he stopped letting Sarah buy his daily necessities.
He still kept his old habits, convincing himself that wearing the clothes Margaret bought was a reminder of the hatred between them. A hatred that involved two lives.
He had always thought this way, but now, thinking back, it had unknowingly changed. Margaret was increasingly able to affect his emotions!
Seeing her secretly hide photos of the mute boy, he would angrily tear them up and throw them out the window. Seeing her laughing and chatting with Daniel, he would feel jealous.
She had done so many things to hurt him, yet she was quite brazen about it. But he had never really done anything to her. Even though he was jealous, he still hadn't caused trouble for Daniel.
It wasn't that he didn't dare, or didn't want to, but that he couldn't. He knew that his relationship with Margaret was very strained, and once the child was born, her affection would eventually shift to the child.
Raymond didn't even consider Daniel a threat. But he never expected that Margaret had secretly aborted their child for Daniel.
Thinking of this, Raymond's face darkened. He took a white shirt from the closet, put it on expressionlessly, and then put on a gray shirt over it. He chose a black tie and started tying it.
In the past, his ties were always tied by Margaret. She was clumsy, and tying a tie was a simple task, but she couldn't get it right several times.
Later, through her persistent practice, she got better at it, but by then he had proposed a divorce, and they started ignoring each other, and he moved out of the apartment.
Neither of them ever reached out to the other. In his eyes, Margaret was always so proud. Even when the Hughes Family fell on hard times, she never lost her dignity.
It wasn't until Marlon's car accident that she showed any sign of softening, though it was more like a temporary surrender than true softening.
He buttoned up his suit jacket, then picked out a watch and put it on. Raymond walked out of the walk-in closet and picked up his phone from the coffee table.
The screen showed several missed calls. Raymond opened the call log and took a look. His expression became complicated.
Margaret had called thirty times, but he hadn't answered because he was in the shower. Even if he hadn't been in the shower, he wouldn't have answered. He wasn't a pushover.
Raymond put down the phone, took out a pack of cigars, and started smoking. Those who do wrong should pay the price, like Marlon and Margaret. If they didn't cherish the opportunities given, there was no need to keep giving them. He sat on the sofa for a while.
Raymond was a bit worried about how Margaret was doing now; she should have left by now. He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He pulled open the heavy curtains. A motionless figure lay in the vast white snow.
Raymond, with a cigarette between his fingers, sneered. She really wouldn't give up until she achieved her goal. She hadn't left yet. For Marlon, she could shamelessly lie there for so long; it was really hard on her.
Raymond let go of the curtain, letting it fall back, and returned to the sofa. The swirling white smoke accentuated Raymond's rigid facial features. His brows furrowed even more tightly.
He smoked one cigar after another. Suddenly, the phone rang. A new call was coming in. Raymond picked it up, glanced at it, and answered unhurriedly.
Nancy asked, "Raymond, what exactly do you want? You and Margaret had a fight, what does it have to do with Marlon? Marlon has been off his medication for five hours!"
"I went to see Mr. Diaz, but he wouldn't see me! If this continues, Marlon will die, do you understand?" Nancy yelled furiously over the phone, "You've ruined the Hughes Family and Margaret enough, isn't that enough? Stop it!"
Raymond's eyes flashed coldly as he said, "Mrs. Hughes, is this how you ask for help?"
"What do you want to resume Marlon's treatment?" Nancy cursed.
Raymond said with a cold smile, "I don't want anything. You should ask Margaret what she wants. She did wrong, it's not my fault!"
"Raymond, you..." Before Nancy could finish, Raymond impatiently hung up the phone.
It was already night. The snow was falling even harder. Raymond pulled open the curtains. He saw Margaret still lying there. Was this crazy woman trying to kill herself? Was she using every means to force him to compromise?
Raymond felt both anger and heartache, and a sense of helplessness. The complex emotions intertwined, making his heart feel like it was about to explode.
Ignoring the need to punish her, he stubbed out his cigar, went downstairs, and opened the apartment door. A gust of cold wind hit him, lifting his dark gray suit jacket.
He saw Margaret lying in the snow. A trail of blood stung Raymond's eyes. How could she be coughing up blood?
Raymond's face changed instantly. He quickly stepped forward, held her in his arms, and kept shaking her, saying, "Margaret? Margaret!"
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