Chapter 208 Some Words Are Better Left Unsaid
Margaret was out of it for a moment. Back when they first got together, Raymond was like this too, getting up early every day to cook for her. And he'd whip up different dishes every time.
Then Marlon had his accident, Raymond asked for a divorce, and he barely cooked for her after that. The few times he did, it was just to pressure her into having a kid. But it never tasted as good as it used to; Raymond's feelings had changed a long time ago.
The meals he made were still fancy and looked great. But when she ate them, they tasted like nothing. During this pregnancy, Margaret couldn't eat much and always felt nauseous. After just a couple of spoonfuls, she'd run to the bathroom to throw up.
After puking, she came back to the dining room, sat down, and Raymond still pushed her to keep eating, saying, "It's normal for pregnant women to feel nauseous and want to vomit. Once the baby's born, you'll feel better."
Margaret thought to herself, 'The baby's never gonna be born. I won't make it that far.' But she was too tired to argue with him; she didn't even have the energy to fight anymore. She just lowered her head and forced herself to drink the porridge.
Seeing her so compliant, Raymond couldn't help but smile. If she always listened like this, he'd treat her even better.
"After breakfast, I'll take you to the hospital," Raymond said indifferently. He was really good at hiding his emotions. Even though Margaret was being obedient, which made him pleased and happy, it didn't show on his face or in his voice at all.
It was exactly because of his reserved nature, his tendency to bottle up his emotions, that he completely lost Margaret. Raymond would later regret it deeply, kneeling in front of Margaret's corpse, repenting, and aging ten years overnight.
Hearing this, Margaret instinctively felt he was up to something again. She thought he was going to take her to see Marlon, so she frowned at him and said in confusion, "You said if I got pregnant, you'd wake my father up."
Nancy had said that Marlon was recovering well. In just a few days, Marlon would wake up. There couldn't be any more problems, no more incidents.
"I'm taking you for a check-up." Raymond was stunned for a moment, then explained.
Margaret sneered, eating her food. She thought to herself, 'A check-up? I had a check-up last time. Then Hubert said I was very healthy. Why another check-up now? Is this another way for him to torment me? Is his life getting boring again?'
Margaret took a deep breath, pushing down the deep sadness in her heart, saying, "Raymond, you're still gonna stick to the contract we made last time, right?" Her topic changed so quickly that Raymond was dazed for half a second.
Seeing his reaction, Margaret thought he had forgotten. A look of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, and she reminded, "We agreed that I'd have a child for you, and you'd take care of my parents. You'd help the Hughes Family. Have you forgotten so quickly?" They had even signed a contract.
Raymond's face darkened. He was worried about her health, wanting to take her for a check-up to see if she had cancer. And now she was talking about deals with him.
Raymond pursed his lips and said coldly, "I don't want to talk about this right now."
"But I do. Raymond, you don't want to talk about it because you're planning some trick again? Or are you planning to back out on your promise?" Margaret sneered. Raymond was planning to kill her and not fulfill his promise.
She continued, "Don't forget, you swore in front of me. If you dare to break your promise to help my parents, you'll be cursed. Raymond, you're an orphan; you should value your life, right?"
Raymond had worked so hard to use her as a stepping stone to his current power and status. How could he bear to lose it?
"Margaret, do you have to curse me to death?" Raymond squinted, staring sharply at her, the coldness in his eyes layering like unbreakable ice. How could there be someone as ungrateful as Margaret?
Margaret didn't think she had said anything wrong. She said, "So you really plan to go back on your word? Did I hit a sore spot, and now you're angry out of shame?"
"How am I angry out of shame?" Raymond slammed the cutlery on the table, glaring at Margaret, his tone very unpleasant.
Margaret said with a sneer, "Isn't your current state exactly that?"
Raymond ignored her, went to the balcony, smoked a few cigarettes, and let the cold wind blow on him before returning to the living room.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Margaret lying on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket. She was curled up. Her beautiful long hair seemed to have lost its original luster, like a head of withered grass, draped over her shoulders.
Margaret looked sickly; her cheeks were pale, without a trace of blood. Raymond was a bit worried about her health. She really seemed unwell. But he wasn't good at softening his stance.
Raymond said coldly and indifferently, "Go change your clothes. I'll take you to another hospital for a check-up." Raymond was already making a concession. She had wanted to go to another hospital before, but he thought it was unnecessary and refused her.
Margaret didn't move, still lying there. She smiled, but it was too sarcastic. How strange, Raymond suddenly wanted to take her for a check-up.
Before, Margaret had hoped that once he knew about her illness, he would pity her and treat her better in her final days.
But she had tested him countless times, and his answer was always the same: he wanted her to die sooner. He had even prepared an urn for her, just waiting for her to die so he could collect her remains.
Even if he knew about her illness, what would his reaction be? Would he be sad, would he be upset, would he hold her and cry? It was impossible, Raymond hated her to the core. He would probably clap his hands and say, "Great, this is what Marlon deserves for his mistakes."
Life was already hard enough. Some cruel truths shouldn't be exposed. It would be too cruel for her. She wouldn't be able to bear it. Verbal attacks, neglect, she didn't want to go through it all again.
Even if she suddenly found a suitable liver now and got better, she wouldn't be happy. Raymond would still torture her to death out of hatred. So she had figured it out. Death was scary. But living in humiliation would be more painful. Thinking of this, Margaret felt a lump in her throat.
Raymond said, "Be obedient, go change your clothes. I'll take you for a check-up."
"What if I really am sick?" Margaret suddenly looked up, staring at him seriously. She asked the question so quickly that he hadn't thought of how to answer; his mind went blank.
Seeing him stunned and silent, Margaret understood. Raymond had been pretending, and she had taken it seriously.
"I will..." Raymond wanted to say, "I will treat your illness, spare no effort."
But Margaret frowned and said coldly, "That's enough, you don't need to say it. I understand everything you want to say. I understand your wishes too."
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