Chapter 194 Custom-Made Large Coffin, Big Enough for Three People
Margaret's eyes flared with anger, her chest heaving with a rage she couldn't let out. She was struggling to breathe.
Raymond leaned in, and her weak, trembling fingers clutched at the dark shirt under his suit. He was threatening her with her parents again!
"So if you want to die, just do it! As long as you can handle the fallout, I don't care! Marlon should've been gone ages ago. You three can have a reunion in heaven, how sweet! I even had a custom, extra-large coffin made for the three of you, so you can lie together and hold hands in death." Raymond laughed.
Nancy and Marlon were his elders. He could say such things so easily! Margaret didn't even have the strength to curse him anymore. She clung tightly to his shirt, wrinkling it with her grip.
Tears blurred her vision again. She was still foolishly hoping he would help her! But he was thinking that if she died, she and her family would die together. It didn't matter that she had a terminal illness; she was going to die sooner or later. But what about Marlon and Nancy?
Marlon had caused the death of Raymond's parents, so he deserved to die, but what about Nancy? Nancy had done nothing wrong. Just because she loved Marlon and married him, did she deserve to die with him?
Margaret blinked her tear-filled eyes with difficulty. She bit her lip and sobbed. She couldn't selfishly die like this. The Hughes Family needed her, Marlon needed her.
Raymond had said that as long as she came out of the operating room alive, Marlon would be saved. How ironic, she couldn't even control her own life.
Raymond's eyes flashed with a hint of pain. He was saying things he didn't mean. He just wanted Margaret to live, to stay with him, or he would be very lonely.
Comforting words were on the tip of his tongue, but he held them back. He knew that if he softened or tried to comfort her, she would only become more unreasonable. He was still angry about her miscarriage.
He was also troubled because of Margaret. Raymond knocked her hand away from his shirt and gave a cold smile. "The choice is yours; handle it as you see fit."
He didn't want to see Margaret's angry, hateful eyes, so he looked away and gave Hubert a signal. Hubert had the medical staff push Margaret into the operating room. The lights in the operating room suddenly brightened.
Raymond felt the air become unusually thin and oppressive. He unbuttoned his suit jacket with his long fingers, placed his hand on his narrow waist, and paced anxiously back and forth at the door of the operating room.
Although he had just spoken harshly, pretending not to care, only he knew he was faking it. If Margaret really decided to die, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
He couldn't really send the Hughes Family to their deaths; he would treat them well out of his longing for Margaret. But if he didn't say those things, Margaret wouldn't be afraid or listen to him.
Raymond had also tried to be good to her, like during her pregnancy. He had turned down his most valued work and career to travel with her, no matter how much she angered him, he endured it.
He made her meals for pregnant women, accompanied her shopping. However, it proved to be useless. The better he treated her, the less she cared about him, eloping with Daniel, hiding her feelings for the mute boy, and even secretly having a miscarriage.
Raymond didn't dare to be good to her. If hatred could make her obedient and docile, then so be it. So what if she hated him?
He and Margaret were never meant to be together. He approached her for revenge; he shouldn't have foolishly thought of developing feelings for her, fantasizing about returning to the past.
Raymond watched the light in the sky gradually dim. The moon and stars shone in the sky. But the door to the operating room stayed shut. Raymond was anxious.
Alvin heard the news and rushed over. Alvin brought him takeout; Raymond hadn't eaten much all day. Upon learning of the miscarriage, he had been in a state of anger and shock. He had a stomach condition; at first, his stomach would hurt. Later, it became numb.
Raymond glanced at the takeout box Alvin handed him; he had no appetite at all. He wasn't hungry, or rather, he was beyond hunger. Now he just wanted to know how Margaret was. Was she out of danger?
"Mr. Howard, you should eat something. You have a stomach condition," Alvin said worriedly.
Raymond didn't take it. Instead, he stared intently at the closed door of the operating room.
"Mrs. Howard is kind-hearted; she'll be fine," Alvin said, pursing his lips.
Raymond suddenly looked at him. "Do you think Margaret is sick?" He remembered that Margaret had coughed up blood several times in front of him.
Once, she had been in so much pain that she knocked over the furniture in the master bedroom, begging him to find painkillers. She told him she had late-stage liver cancer. She even showed him a thick stack of medical reports.
Those reports indicated that her condition was very serious, with two-thirds of her liver already rotten, and the cancer cells had spread throughout her body. The medical advice was conservative treatment; she didn't have long to live.
The first time he saw those reports, he was sleepless, scared, shocked, and worried it was true. So the next day, he took her to another hospital for a check-up. But Hubert's report said Margaret was healthy, with no illnesses, and the painkillers she took were just vitamin pills.
Raymond had always believed she was lying to him, but when he saw Margaret lying in the snow today, with blood all over the snow, he became worried.
A normal person kneeling in the snow for a few hours wouldn't cough up blood. It showed that Margaret's body was extremely weak. Could she really be sick? But what about Hubert's report?
Raymond's heart was heavy, like a stone pressing down, filled with unease. "Do you think Margaret has cancer?" Raymond asked again, squinting at Alvin.
Alvin's eyelid twitched. He didn't know why Raymond was suddenly asking this, but Margaret was a good person, and he had seen the check-up report; it was normal.
To comfort Raymond, Alvin said, "Mrs. Howard doesn't have cancer."
"But her body seems unusually weak." Raymond still felt something was wrong.
Alvin thought for a moment and said with concern, "Maybe Mrs. Howard hasn't recovered from the miscarriage yet, so it's normal for her to be weak. She's also worried about Mr. Hughes's condition, which could be affecting her."
This explanation seemed reasonable. Raymond's doubts were finally eased. Margaret was in good health; how could she have cancer? He was foolish to believe her lies. Most of what she said was false!
The door to the operating room suddenly opened. Hubert quickly came out, looking tense and serious as he faced Raymond. "Mr. Howard, something's wrong. Mrs. Hughes has completely passed out, and there are no signs of life. We couldn't revive her even with defibrillation."
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