Chapter 204 Do I Need You to Teach Me How to Get Along With Margaret?
Margaret curled her lips, thinking, 'Seriously? Raymond treats me well? Treats me well and still wishes me dead?'
The sales assistant noticed Margaret's silence and assumed she didn't believe her. With a slight smile, she continued, "I'm being honest, Ma'am. I'm not just flattering you. I've been working here for a while and seen plenty of wealthy customers. But it's rare to see men shopping for baby stuff with their wives.''
''Usually, it's the rich ladies with their bodyguards or servants. Your husband is so handsome and generous, he's really something. Some couples come in, and if the wife picks an expensive formula, the husband will start coughing and look annoyed. You pick only the best, and your husband hasn't said a word," the sales assistant said, clearly envious.
Margaret listened and saw the innocent smile on her face. The sales assistant went on, "If I could find a man as good as your husband, I'd be over the moon."
Margaret thought, 'If you knew the truth, you wouldn't envy me.'
Margaret lowered her eyes, holding the can of formula, and didn't burst the sales assistant's bubble. Everyone had the right to dream, the right to chase a better life. Her unhappiness didn't mean the sales assistant would end up as unlucky as she was.
Margaret bought a ton of stuff, and Raymond paid for it all without a second thought. He left their apartment address because the baby store staff offered to deliver everything.
Margaret waited outside while Raymond paid, leaning against the railing, looking down. The first floor had several elevators going up and down. People were walking back and forth.
Margaret used to love shopping and hitting the malls, but Raymond was never with her. Now, maybe because she was in the late stages of cancer, she couldn't find any joy in her old hobbies.
If she could, Margaret just wanted to lie quietly in a rocking chair, soak up the sun, and enjoy the little time she had left.
"Ms. Hughes." A loud voice snapped Margaret out of her thoughts. She turned and saw Daniel in casual clothes standing in front of her.
Time had flown by, and she couldn't remember the last time they met. But seeing Daniel made her happy. Knowing she could die any moment, she didn't know how many more times she'd see him.
"Ms. Hughes, what are you doing here?" Daniel asked with a smile. Maybe because he used to be a cop, he stood very straight, full of energy. Even though Daniel was an illegitimate child, he had a certain noble air about him.
Margaret pointed to the baby store and said, "Just browsing."
Daniel looked over, his eyes widening in shock, then back at her. "Ms. Hughes, didn't you have a miscarriage? Are you..."
"Yeah, I'm pregnant again," Margaret said, her voice tired.
Daniel squinted, looking at her with a complicated expression. "You're already in a tough spot, and you're pregnant? You'll lose your life."
Margaret pressed her lips together, wanting to speak but stopping. She had so much to say, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know where to start. Because even if she did, Daniel couldn't help her.
Knowing she was going to die didn't change anything for Margaret. Her former doctor had warned her, and now Daniel was doing the same. But those reminders were pointless.
"Raymond made you get pregnant, didn't he?" Daniel asked.
Margaret stayed silent.
"Margaret, you need to tell him you're in the late stages of liver cancer. He can mess around, but you can't follow him," Daniel said, his words making her feel suffocated.
Besides following Raymond's lead, it seemed Margaret couldn't do anything else. She pressed her lips together, forcing a smile. "Mr. Taylor, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Didn't you once tell me not to meddle in others' affairs or you'll share in their failures?"
Margaret's fate was to quietly wait for the day she passed away.
"I'm looking for a match for you, don't give up. Ms. Hughes, I once said, life only happens once. Don't be like Ashley, it's not worth it," Daniel said patiently.
Before, if someone had offered to find a match for her, she would have been moved to tears. Back then, Margaret was terrified of dying. But now, she wasn't afraid anymore. She could even face it calmly.
As long as Marlon woke up and she knew he was okay, she could accept her fate. Living was painful and exhausting for Margaret. She gave a bitter smile. "Mr. Taylor, it's really not necessary."
"Do you have some hidden trouble? If you do, and if you consider me a friend, you can tell me. I'll help you," Daniel said, still patient.
Margaret shook her head. "No."
"How's Marlon?"
"He's fine, he should wake up in a few days," Margaret replied.
"Margaret, are we friends?" Daniel asked, looking at her for a long time, noticing the deep sadness in her eyes.
Margaret didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"Then trust me, you can confide in me. I'm willing to listen. I may not be as powerful as Raymond, but if you want, I can help you leave him," Daniel said, looking at her with a strange emotion in his eyes.
Margaret's cheeks flushed under his gaze. She thought she was overthinking it. If it were before, and a man looked at her like that and said so many caring words, she would have thought he liked her. But now, she was in a sorry state and sick. No one would like such a Margaret.
She averted her gaze, about to say she didn't need it. She didn't want the upright and kind Daniel to get entangled in her and Raymond's feud. It would be too unfair to Daniel.
Her words of refusal were about to roll off her tongue when a sarcastic male voice cut through the air, stinging her eardrums. "Mr. Taylor, I'm just curious, are all the women in the world dead, or are you blind? Why are you entangled with my pregnant wife?"
Margaret looked up and saw Raymond's cold face as he walked out of the baby store. Raymond was imposing even when angry.
Daniel didn't get angry but smiled slightly. "Raymond, Margaret is your wife, treat her well, you won't lose out."
"Do I need you to teach me how to get along with Margaret? Or have you already gained experience with her?" Raymond's hand suddenly wrapped around Margaret's waist, a clear declaration of ownership.
Margaret was about to resist, but Raymond's grip tightened, and he whispered, "If you move, I'll kill Marlon."
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