Chapter 220 She Actually Tried to Empathize with Him
Margaret accompanied Marlon on a walk, exploring all the areas around the hospital.
She thought that since Marlon had been lying down for so long, he should get some fresh air, which would be good for his health and help him recover faster.
When they went downstairs, the sun was still setting. Now the sun had set, and the sky was gradually becoming overcast.
A gust of cold wind blew, lifting the small blanket covering Marlon's knees.
Marlon put his fist to his lips and coughed softly a few times, uncontrollably. His body trembled with the coughs.
"Dad, I'll take you back to the ward," Margaret said, worried he might catch a cold, and quickly gripped the handles of the wheelchair.
Marlon nodded and urgently made some sounds. From his lip movements, Margaret could tell he was saying, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Pushing Marlon back to the elevator, Margaret bent down and asked him, "Dad, what would you like to eat?"
He shook his head.
"I have nothing else to do, and I enjoy cooking for you. When I come to see you tomorrow, I'll bring you something," Margaret said, knowing he didn't want her to be tired.
Marlon looked up at her with a pained expression and shook his head.
"Then I'll just make something for you, and you can taste my cooking," Margaret said, pushing him out of the elevator door, smiling and making the decision on her own.
She knew Marlon really wanted to eat her cooking, but he didn't want her to be so tired.
Every time she cooked for him could be the last.
She had to be good to Marlon while she still could, while she was still in this world. It was the only thing she could do.
After returning to the ward for a while, Nancy came back with the food she had bought, all things that Marlon and Margaret liked to eat.
Margaret invited Mary to eat with them. Mary initially refused because it wasn't proper. But Margaret insisted, and she finally agreed.
After dinner, Margaret stayed with Marlon until ten o'clock in the evening, then got up to leave because she didn't want to disturb Marlon's rest.
Marlon looked at her reluctantly, holding her hand and not letting go.
"Dad, I'll come to see you tomorrow. I will come to the hospital every day to be with you and Mom. Get some rest," Margaret said, pressing her lips together.
Nancy glanced at Marlon on the bed and sighed. "Marlon, you should let her go home early. Margaret is married now; she has her own family."
Marlon seemed to understand and let go of Margaret's hand.
Margaret and Mary left.
Nancy closed the ward door, fetched a basin of water, and began to wash Marlon's body.
As she washed him, she started to cry. Her tears fell on the back of Marlon's hand. Marlon reached out to wipe her tears and shook his head, signaling her not to cry.
Nancy didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it.
She thought about the hardships Margaret had endured. She had hoped that when Marlon woke up, he could come up with a way for them to rely on each other. But she hadn't expected that Marlon would wake up unable to speak or even stand.
This meant that she and Marlon had become a burden to Margaret.
Nancy thought about how Margaret had lived a good life for over twenty years but was now living so hard. She couldn't help but complained to Marlon, "You shouldn't have gone along with Margaret back then. She was naive and didn't understand. How could you not understand either? Letting her do as she pleased. If she had listened to me and married a wealthy man, you wouldn't be like this, and she wouldn't have to live so hard."
Marlon looked at the ceiling with his cloudy eyes, his eyes instantly turning red as he listened to Nancy continue to complain, "Raymond is not a good person. It's bad enough that he treats us this way, but he doesn't even treat Margaret well. Last time, Margaret almost died in the operating room. They were about to take her to the crematorium, but I woke her up. We haven't done anything wrong, so why did we encounter such a jerk like Raymond?"
As soon as she said this, Marlon's tears instantly fell from his eyes. He lay on the bed, not making any sounds. His eyes just got redder and redder, silently shedding tears.
Marlon was a very smart person, and now he had become a burden to Margaret.
After Nancy finished complaining, she realized she had said the wrong thing. She shouldn't have complained in front of him and quickly said, "Marlon, don't take it to heart. We're already very happy that you woke up. Margaret has said she's doing well now, and she even has Raymond's child. When the child is born, maybe Raymond will treat her and us better for the sake of the child. I can tell that Raymond cares a lot about the child. Don't take it to heart. I was just talking nonsense. And Raymond is paying for your medical bills. He's not that bad."
Marlon opened his mouth and let out a long sigh, with tears streamed down his old face.
Margaret didn't go home immediately.
Instead, she had Mary drive to a nearby supermarket to buy fresh ingredients. She wanted to make breakfast for Marlon the next morning.
She planned to stay by Marlon's side every day during this time. She wanted to see him as much as she could.
This was her last time to be with her parents.
Mary carried a large bag of groceries and followed Margaret back to the apartment.
The apartment was brightly lit. She didn't know when Raymond had come back, but he had taken a shower, changed into a gray bathrobe, and was wearing slippers, waiting for her on the couch.
Seeing them come back with a large bag of things, he frowned. 'It seems she is in a good mood, even going shopping.'
"Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard plans to make breakfast for Mr. Hughes tomorrow morning," Mary said with a smile.
Margaret let Mary go off duty. Mary offered to make breakfast the next day, but Margaret refused because she was racing against time.
This was her intention, and she didn't want to delegate it to anyone else.
After Mary left, Margaret, exhausted from the day, walked past him, intending to go to the master bedroom.
Raymond grabbed her wrist, his tone a bit displeased. "I helped you so much, and you don't plan to thank me?"
Margaret's body stiffened. Indeed, he had helped her a lot. If it weren't for him, Marlon wouldn't have woken up so quickly.
He had helped her fulfill her dream, so it was only fair that he wanted something in return.
Margaret took a deep breath. But it seemed she had nothing to offer except her body.
Pleasing him and making him happy would ensure he would help take care of her parents in the future, and her health didn't matter at all.
Margaret pressed her lips together. "I'll take a shower. Wait for me in bed."
Then she pried his fingers off, went to the bedroom to get a bathrobe, and went to take a shower.
After her shower, she didn't see him in the master bedroom.
She looked around and found him smoking on the balcony. His back was lonely yet imposing, exuding a sense of desolation from being in a high position.
In the prime of his youth, he was trapped in hatred, wasting his years, unable to experience the beauty and joy of life. He must be feeling miserable too.
As he tormented her, he was also in pain with her.
Margaret laughed. She actually saw a sense of desolation in this scumbag Raymond, and she still tried to empathize with him. 'Margaret, are you not fully awake, or is there something wrong with your nerves?' She thought.
Hearing footsteps, Raymond turned around, his glasses reflecting a cold light that fell on her face. "Did you let the parrot go?"
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