Chapter 200 Margaret, You Still Can't Let Raymond Go?
Margaret used to think Nancy cared more about Marlon. Every time Nancy called, it felt like she was just pretending to care before asking her to beg Raymond for something.
But now, Margaret realized Nancy still cared about her, still worried about her. Margaret felt like all her efforts were worth it.
She was terminally ill and could die any day now. She had taken so much from Raymond; how could she just talk about divorce? He wouldn't let her go that easily. If Margaret and Raymond had a complete fallout, it would be a disaster for the Hughes Family.
"Margaret, don't stress. The future is uncertain. Don't torture yourself over things that haven't happened yet," Nancy said, her voice breaking, "There will always be a way. I still have some jewelry your dad bought me. I can sell them to cover his medical expenses for now. The doctor said he'll wake up soon, and it shouldn't cost much more."
Nancy continued sadly, "Margaret, I can't imagine. What if your dad wakes up and asks where you are, and you're gone? We can always make more money. Even if we live a poor life, as long as we're together, we can get through anything. I'm scared. You almost died this time, do you know that? If you're gone, Marlon and I will lose it! We didn't raise you with so much effort just to see you die before us."
Hearing Nancy's words, Margaret cried hard, her vision blurred with tears. She wanted to say something, but her throat was sore and dry.
Margaret wanted to promise Nancy she'd leave and be with the family, even if they lived in poverty. But she couldn't do it anymore.
She thought to herself, 'I have no choice. Even if I manage to leave Raymond, then what? Let Mom bear the heavy financial burden and watch me die?'
Margaret couldn't do it. That would be too selfish. Besides, knowing Raymond, he hadn't tortured her enough yet. He wouldn't let her go easily, nor would he let the Hughes Family go. It didn't matter if she died, but what about Nancy and Marlon?
Margaret had too many responsibilities, too many shackles. It seemed like she could do nothing but wait quietly for her fate. Even if she did something, it would be useless.
"Margaret, say something." Nancy thought she was unwilling and got a little angry. "Raymond treated you like that, and you still can't let him go? Do you still like him? Margaret, you were wrong. The fact proves he is a cold-hearted snake. Leave him, Margaret. Leave him!"
Margaret felt conflicted and desperate. How could she not want to leave? She dreamed of that day. But she couldn't be so willful. Her eyes blurred with tears, her eye sockets swollen and painful from crying.
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room was pushed open. Nancy's crying stopped abruptly. Margaret and Nancy looked up to see Raymond, dressed in a dark suit, striding into the room with a blank expression. He had one hand in his pocket and the other carrying a bag of oranges.
Margaret felt a bit guilty. She wasn't sure how much Raymond had heard of their conversation. She signaled to Nancy to stop talking, and Nancy wisely fell silent. After all, Nancy was still afraid of Raymond.
Raymond had this ruthless vibe that was hard to ignore, especially when he was expressionless, which made him even scarier.
Raymond placed the bag of oranges on the table with a heavy thud. Then he took out an orange and started peeling it. From what Margaret knew of him, he was angry. And he was controlling his temper.
"Mom, I'm fine. You should go check on Dad." Margaret wanted to get Nancy out of there. If Raymond had heard what Nancy said, he would surely take his anger out on her. So it was best for Nancy to leave.
Nancy wiped her tears, not even glancing at Raymond, then held Margaret's hand and said, "Margaret, think carefully about what I said."
"Okay. I will think about it." Margaret smiled to reassure her.
Nancy withdrew her hand, snorted coldly at Raymond as she passed him, saying, "Raymond, if you have any humanity left, treat Margaret better. Look at what you've done to her. Aren't you ashamed? A beast like you will go to hell sooner or later."
Raymond's face turned grim, and he threw the orange peel into the trash can forcefully. Margaret, afraid that Raymond would lose his temper, signaled to Nancy before saying, "Mom, you should go."
"Think carefully about what I said. I won't harm you. I don't believe that without Raymond, we would starve to death," Nancy muttered, glared at Raymond, and then left the room angrily.
Raymond suppressed his anger. Margaret loved oranges the most. Raymond always remembered her preferences. He split the orange in half, handing one half to Margaret and keeping the other half for himself.
They used to share an orange like this, each taking half. How could Margaret forget their old habit? But she didn't want to take it.
Seeing Raymond made her feel disappointed, reminding her of kneeling in the snow for hours, calling him, only to be blocked. Margaret begged him on her knees, and he said he hoped she would die soon. When her cancer spread, causing her to vomit blood, she rang the doorbell until it almost broke, but he wouldn't show up.
Margaret didn't believe he hadn't heard the doorbell. He must have been standing by the apartment's floor-to-ceiling window, watching her writhe in pain.
Raymond eventually showed up, but only to coldly tell her not to die, or he would make Marlon and the Hughes Family pay. He even said he would arrange two funerals for the Hughes Family. Margaret wasn't dead yet, and he was already planning to send her to the crematorium!
Margaret wasn't that magnanimous. She had her own emotions, her own pain. She needed Raymond's love and care too. Why did she receive nothing but Raymond's cruel curses?
Thinking of this, Margaret's eyes filled with tears again. She blinked hard, forcing the tears back, and didn't take the orange he offered.
But Raymond forcefully put the orange into her hand. He was always so domineering, never asking about her feelings, just forcing her to endure whatever he wanted her to endure. "Your favorite orange, eat it," he said coldly.
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