Chapter 209 This Child Will Accelerate the Loss of Your Life
"My wish? Do you really know what it is?" Raymond squinted, giving Margaret a meaningful look.
Raymond's wish was simple: he wanted Margaret to have their child. He was trying to let go of his anger and go back to the way things were with her. From start to finish, that was his only wish.
The last time they were at the university campus, they saw a shooting star, and he made the same wish. Raymond even visited his parents' graves, asking them to bless Margaret and their child. If Margaret truly understood his wish, he'd be over the moon.
Margaret met his gaze, and the sorrow in her heart deepened. She thought, 'His wish is for me to die soon so Sarah can be his wife. He always makes his intentions clear. Is he afraid I'll forget how much he hates me?'
Maybe she had gotten used to his coldness. Before, she would've been furious and argued with him. Now, she didn't even want to bother.
"I know," Margaret murmured. She knew his thoughts and desires more than anyone.
Raymond's expression softened, and his eyes fell on her belly. "You should give birth to the child properly."
Margaret blinked. Again with the child. As expected, he wanted her dead.
"Go change your clothes. I'll take you for a check-up," Raymond urged, his tone a bit gentler.
Margaret sneered, "No need." She didn't want any more of his fake concern. She didn't need it.
"What do you mean?" Raymond frowned and pressed, "Do you mean you don't have cancer?"
Margaret shot back, "Mr. Howard, don't you know whether I have cancer or not?"
"I'm not a doctor. How would I know?" Raymond blurted out. He was telling the truth; he really didn't know.
To Margaret, his words were like a slap in the face. She thought he was such a good actor. It would be a waste if he didn't go into acting.
"Margaret, tell me clearly, do you have cancer or not?" Raymond couldn't understand her, his frown deepening.
Margaret was annoyed by his questioning and said with a mocking smile, "Raymond, do you really want me to give birth to the child that much?" Her implication was that giving birth to the child would mean her death. He just wanted her dead.
Of course, Raymond wanted her to give birth to the child because their relationship was no longer what it used to be. The current Margaret was becoming more and more unfamiliar.
They said women loved children, especially their own. With a child, he could naturally bind her to him, both in body and heart. "Yes," he answered quickly.
Margaret's heart felt like it was being torn apart. Clearly, she misunderstood.
Raymond paused and then changed his tone, "If you..."
He thought to himself, 'If you really have cancer, I won't force you to have the child, and I will do everything I can to save you.'
Before he could finish his sentence, Margaret said with a smile, "I'm very healthy. There's no need to go to the hospital."
"Are you really okay?" Raymond sensed something odd and couldn't help but ask again.
Margaret was too tired to play along with his act. She hadn't studied acting, and talking like this was exhausting.
"Raymond, just remember, no matter what happens to me later, you must take care of my parents and help the Hughes family. If you can do that, that's enough." Margaret looked at him and said, "I need some time alone. You should go."
Raymond replied, "I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone."
"Raymond, I don't want to see you right now. You annoy me. Can't you tell? Please, just go. I'm begging you. Seeing you gives me a headache," Margaret said impatiently, frowning.
Of course, Raymond could tell. She was very resistant to him. She didn't want to be with him at all. But what else could he do besides pretending not to see her resistance? It seemed she didn't need his concern either.
Raymond felt a bit angry too. He thought if he stayed any longer, they would end up arguing again.
"Call me if you need anything. Mary will come to cook for you and take care of you tonight," Raymond said, then turned and walked towards the stairs.
Margaret watched his back. Her throat felt sore. "Raymond, if you dare break your promise, I will haunt you even as a ghost! I will make sure you and Sarah never find peace!" Margaret roared.
She knew she shouldn't lose her temper like this. But she couldn't control her emotions. Raymond thought she was cursing him. His back stiffened, and his face looked even worse.
Raymond thought to himself, 'Why is it so hard for her to have a child? Her body is fine, so why can't she give me a child? She is still my wife, after all.'
Marlon had done so many bad things, and she said she was willing to atone for Marlon. Was this her attitude towards atonement? Raymond quickened his pace, descending the spiral staircase.
He didn't answer whether it was good or bad. It seemed like if he didn't leave quickly, her cold words would torment him again.
When Raymond completely disappeared from sight, Margaret felt extremely uncomfortable. It was as if a breath was trapped in her chest, unable to move, making her feel awful.
Worried that her body would start hurting again, she reached for the painkillers and swallowed them. Recently, she had been consuming painkillers very quickly, increasing the dosage from half a bottle to a whole bottle. The bottle was soon empty.
Margaret casually changed her clothes and took a cab to the hospital where Marlon was, finding the attending doctor to prescribe her medication.
The attending doctor noticed how quickly she was consuming the medication and sensed something was wrong, so he suggested a liver examination.
Margaret knew what he was worried about. He was concerned that her cancer cells had spread more severely. She didn't go for the examination and said with a weary smile, "No need for such a troublesome check-up. Just prescribe the medication."
"Ms. Hughes, I'm a doctor. You need to listen to me," the doctor said, looking at her with a more complex expression. "Go for the check-up."
Seeing his concern, despite their simple doctor-patient relationship, she felt a long-lost warmth. And she took the scan.
The attending doctor looked at the scan, both angry and shocked, and said to Margaret, "You're pregnant? Ms. Hughes, are you crazy? With your body, how can you be pregnant again? No wonder your condition is spreading so quickly."
"Doctor, is my body in such bad shape?" Margaret asked.
The doctor pointed at the enlarged liver on the scan and said excitedly, "Ms. Hughes, look at your liver. The cancer cells have completely spread. Your condition is progressing too fast. Now it's not just your liver; your entire body is full of cancer cells. This child will accelerate the loss of your life."
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