Chapter 193 Raymond Asked the Doctor If She Had Cancer
Margaret, looking pale as a ghost, lay still in Raymond's arms. No matter how much he shook her or yelled, her eyes stayed shut tight.
Raymond reached out with his perfectly manicured fingers to check her breath. His face went white; her breathing was so faint it was almost gone! Panic set in.
He only meant to scare her a bit. How did it get so bad that she was barely breathing? He scooped her up, her body light as a feather, like she could just float away. She felt so weightless, not like a normal person at all.
Raymond rushed to the garage with Margaret in his arms. He gently placed her in the passenger seat and buckled her in. He slammed on the gas and sped towards Hubert's place.
On the way, he called Hubert. When Hubert heard what was happening, he told Raymond to keep her awake no matter what. If she fell asleep, she might never wake up.
Raymond hung up, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. "Margaret, Margaret!" He kept calling her name as he drove. But she didn't respond, didn't even flinch.
Raymond's face was tight with worry. "Margaret, wake up! Do you hear me? Who said you could sleep? I forbid you to sleep! Margaret!"
Margaret, slumped in the passenger seat, managed to crack her eyes open. Her liver still hurt like hell. It felt like a knife was twisting inside her, like her insides were on fire.
The pain made her break out in a cold sweat. She figured she must look awful, pale as death. She forced a smile, not looking at him but at the green light ahead. "Raymond, you got what you wanted. This time, I'm really gonna die. Dad's come to take me away."
She thought back on everything—the good, the bad, the sweet, the sad. Tears streamed down her face. She smiled weakly. "You can't threaten or bully me anymore."
"Margaret, stop talking like that! I'm taking you to the hospital; you have to hang on!" Raymond's voice was full of anger, veins popping out.
Margaret couldn't understand him. He wanted her dead, and now that she was dying, he was mad? Shouldn't he be happy? Why did he take her to the hospital?
Hospitals were the worst. Just more medicine. She'd had enough of that bitter stuff and didn't want any more.
"You haven't paid me back! What right do you have to die? I won't let you die so easily." Raymond didn't know why, but deep down, he wanted her to live. To go back to how things were. But his words came out like daggers.
Margaret's eyelids felt heavy, fluttering open and shut. Her heart felt so heavy, so suffocated. It turned out that he didn't want her dead, not because he cared, but because dying was too easy. He hadn't tormented her enough yet.
Margaret thought to herself, 'The guy I loved all my life, how could he be like this?' Thinking about it made her stomach turn. Her head drooped, and she threw up a mouthful of fresh blood.
Bright red blood splattered on her white jacket, her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth. Her mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood.
"Margaret!" Raymond freaked out. She was puking blood right in front of him again! He floored it, pushing the car to its limits. He felt like Margaret was slipping away from him, abandoning him.
Desperate, he decided to threaten her. He had no other choice. "Hold on, think of the Hughes Family! Think of Nancy, think of Marlon! Margaret, if you hold on, I'll get Marlon his meds! Your parents only have you. If you die, how will they live?" Raymond said, his voice full of frustration.
Margaret gave a bitter smile. If he had given in earlier, she wouldn't have knelt in the snow for so long or forgotten her painkillers. She wouldn't be in this mess.
This was their fate; her and Raymond's fate was full of misunderstandings, always missing each other.
Margaret wanted to hold on too; she wanted to see Marlon get better, but she was so tired, both physically and mentally.
Her energy and consciousness seemed to be slipping away, bit by bit. Like sand slipping through her fingers, the tighter she held, the faster it disappeared.
"Raymond, I can't hold on any longer. If you can, for the sake of our marriage, please take care of the Hughes Family and my mom. She's innocent. Please let go of all the mistakes and debts because of my disappearance. I'm giving my life back to you. This is my greatest sincerity." Margaret spoke in broken sentences, gasping for breath. With each word, she felt more and more drained.
Raymond was shocked. Now she didn't even care about Marlon's life? Did she really have to leave him?
Fear, anger, helplessness, and confusion surged in Raymond's heart. He shouted, "Margaret, if you dare to die, I'll make sure the Hughes Family and your parents go to the grave with you, do you hear me? What right do you have to end your life on your own?" Life was precious; didn't she get that?
Margaret felt awful, and his harsh words kept echoing in her ears. He was both manipulating and warning her!
Margaret sobbed, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Her consciousness was fading, her eyelids fighting to stay open. But she forced herself to stay awake, afraid to let her consciousness completely fade, even though she desperately wanted to sleep and forget everything.
"You're such a jerk." Margaret gritted her teeth, but she didn't even have the strength to curse him. Raymond's expression softened a lot. It would be better for her to curse him, to hate him, than to die.
The car screeched to a halt at the hospital. Raymond carried the struggling Margaret, quickly taking the private elevator to the operating room where Hubert was already waiting. Hubert, dressed in a white coat, was about to have the medical staff take Margaret into the operating room.
Before she went in, Raymond sneered, "If you dare to die in there, I'll send Marlon to his death immediately. Nancy will be tortured into madness and locked in a mental hospital."
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