Chapter 203 Personally Choosing Daily Necessities for the Child
Margaret was about to say something when the hospital room door suddenly flew open. Both she and Nancy turned to see who it was.
Raymond strolled in, looking sharp in a perfectly tailored black suit. It was a simple outfit, but on him, it was striking. He walked in with a cold, stern look on his face, his black trousers hugging his legs.
Margaret couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction, despite everything he'd put her through. Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away, staring at her shoes.
Nancy, who knew Raymond had helped with Marlon's treatment, still didn't look pleased to see him. Raymond scanned the room, then glanced outside. "Wait for me outside," he said.
Margaret shot him a suspicious look. "What do you want?" Even though they were married, her tone was anything but friendly.
Raymond's fingers twitched slightly. Thinking about the baby she was carrying, he knew they had come too far to mess things up now.
"I won't say it again. Wait for me outside," he repeated, his voice firmer. Nancy urged Margaret to go, believing Raymond wouldn't harm her.
Margaret hesitated but eventually stepped out of the room. Once she was gone, Raymond turned to Nancy with a cold, mocking look. "You think I don't know you've been pushing her to divorce me?"
"Shouldn't she? You've done terrible things to her," Nancy shot back, unfazed.
Raymond's voice was icy. "The Hughes family wronged me first."
Nancy looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
Raymond wasn't surprised by her reaction. Marlon, despite his flaws, was fiercely protective of his family. He wouldn't have told them about his darker deeds.
"Margaret's carrying my child now. If I hear anything that threatens our relationship again, don't blame me for what happens next. I can continue Marlon's treatment, or I can make sure he never wakes up. Remember that, Mrs. Hughes."
Nancy's face turned pale with anger, but she couldn't find the words to curse him. She just gritted her teeth and cried.
Raymond left the room, and Margaret was about to go back in to check on Nancy when he grabbed her wrist. "You're coming home with me."
"What did you say to my mom?" she demanded, glaring at him.
His grip tightened. "Margaret, Marlon hasn't woken up yet. If I were you, I'd come home with me."
He was threatening her again. Margaret felt a surge of anger but, despite her feelings, let him lead her out of the hospital.
The cold wind hit her face as they stepped outside, snapping her back to reality. She shook off his hand and quickly walked towards the black Bentley parked nearby. Raymond followed, looking annoyed.
They didn't head back to the apartment right away. Raymond, feeling better knowing Margaret had rejected Nancy's divorce suggestion, drove around the streets for a while.
Margaret didn't feel like talking, so she just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Suddenly, the car came to a stop. She thought they had reached the apartment, but when she opened her eyes, she saw they were parked by the roadside.
Raymond unbuckled his seatbelt and told her to get out. Margaret wanted to refuse. She'd been sleeping poorly lately and felt exhausted. But she knew Raymond's stubbornness well enough to know arguing was pointless. So, she unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and got out.
Seeing her comply without a fuss, Raymond's lips curled up slightly. They crossed the street and walked into a large shopping mall.
Margaret couldn't help but sneer. He must be out of his mind, dragging her to a mall. The old Raymond would have been too busy working to even think about this. Now he had time for her, but everything was different.
Raymond stopped in front of a baby products store. After a moment, he was drawn in by the sales clerk's pitch and walked inside. Margaret sighed and followed him.
The sales clerk asked how old their baby was, if it was a boy or a girl. Raymond had no answers. But he was generous, buying everything that caught his eye: pink shoes and hats for girls, blue clothes, hats, and toys for boys, strollers, diapers, formula, baby carriages, and baby-proof beds.
Margaret stayed silent, showing no interest. She thought he was putting on a show. He knew she had cancer and couldn't have the baby, yet he was acting like this. It didn't move her.
Raymond was completely absorbed in the world of baby items, listening patiently to the sales clerk's explanations and parenting tips.
When he looked up at Margaret, excited, he asked, "What do you think of these? Our child should like them, right?"
"How would I know?" Margaret replied indifferently.
Raymond's enthusiasm and dreams of a happy family life were crushed by her words. He thought, 'Doesn't she know how much I care about this child? She took all those benefits and signed the contract. How could she not care?'
Holding a Transformer toy, he said, "You're the child's mother. Choosing toys is your job."
Margaret blinked. Raymond would go to any lengths to hurt her, even making her pick out baby items. In reality, Raymond hoped that by involving her, she would start to care about the child as much as he did.
But Margaret couldn't see his intentions. She followed the sales clerk to the formula section, where she was told about the different prices and nutritional benefits of each formula.
Margaret, expressionless, picked the most expensive formula, toys, and stroller. The sales clerk noticed Raymond watching Margaret intently.
"Ma'am, your husband is so good to you. You're really lucky to have such a good husband," the sales clerk said in an eager tone.
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