Chapter 20
Raymond was decked out in all black—suit, leather gloves, scarf, the whole nine yards. His black-framed glasses perched on his nose, making him look all serious and stuff.
He stood there, stone-faced, watching Margaret from afar.
Raymond liked black. Ever since she knew him, he never rocked anything bright.
But somehow, even in those plain, boring clothes, he looked like he was straight outta some royal family or something.
When Margaret first met him, he was all shy, always looking down, nothing like the boss vibe he had now. People really did change, huh?
She wasn't always like this either.
Nancy was still rocking her burgundy dress and shawl combo. Her hair had gone way grayer overnight. She hurried over to the collapsed Margaret in her high heels, helping her up, her eyes full of worry. "Raymond said you’ve been feeling crappy these past few days. Why didn’t you just stay home and rest? I’m handling your dad; you didn’t need to come."
Margaret was kinda lost. Nancy loved Marlon so much, but now that Marlon was gone, why was Nancy acting like this?
Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor echoed.
A middle-aged woman and a middle-aged man rushed over. The woman threw herself onto the stretcher next to Margaret, bawling. "My son, how could you die? I didn’t even get to see you one last time."
The middle-aged man had red eyes too, silently wiping away tears.
A nurse walked over, frowning. "Who here is the patient’s family? Don’t mess this up."
The nurse’s gaze bounced between Margaret and the middle-aged woman, looking more confused.
The middle-aged woman lifted the white sheet on the stretcher.
A tall, slender young guy, probably in his early twenties, lay there.
The middle-aged woman cried out, "This is my son!"
Margaret bit her lip. "I’m sorry. I messed up."
The middle-aged couple cried all the way, pushing the stretcher into the elevator.
Nancy suddenly had a lightbulb moment, looking at Margaret. "Margaret, did you think that person was your dad?"
Margaret had a hunch. "Did Dad change rooms?"
Nancy nodded. "Yeah, he had surgery and got moved to a VIP room. I’ll take you to see him."
Margaret said, "Okay."
In the spacious VIP room, Marlon was the only patient.
Marlon was in a hospital gown, eyes closed, with tubes and machines hooked up to him.
His hand was covered in needle marks, all over. Margaret felt a pang of sadness looking at it.
She tucked Marlon’s hand under the blanket to keep it warm.
Margaret asked, "Mom, where’d the surgery money come from?"
Nancy looked at her, surprised. "Where else? Raymond transferred the money to my account. Didn’t he tell you?"
Margaret squinted. "Do you remember when the money came in?"
Nancy pulled out her phone and found the transaction record.
Raymond had transferred a million bucks to Nancy, and the money hit at 10 PM.
That was right after she sent Raymond a pic of her cut wrist, and shortly after Nancy called her to urge for the money.
Who saved her?
She vaguely remembered someone kicking open her door. She saw Raymond’s face. Did Raymond save her? He pushed her to the edge and then saved her?
Raymond clearly saved her and transferred the money, but he lied to her that Marlon was dead.
She was getting more and more confused about Raymond’s actions. She needed to find him and get some answers.
"Raymond didn’t tell you?" Nancy looked at her, surprised.
Margaret bitterly smiled inside. Not only did he not tell her, but he also scared the crap out of her these past few days.
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