Chapter 228 How Difficult This Journey Had Been
Hubert found out that Marlon had finished the discharge process and quickly called Raymond to confirm. "Mr. Howard, Alvin comes to pick up Mr. Hughes from the hospital. Do you know about this?"
If Marlon was discharged, Sarah wouldn't have a chance to act.
Luckily, Hubert kept his tone in check, so Raymond didn't suspect anything.
"I asked him to come. Got a problem with that?" Raymond's tone was mocking.
Hubert quickly explained, "No problem at all. It's just that Mr. Hughes isn't in the best health. Wouldn't it be risky to discharge him so soon? Maybe it's better to wait until he's fully recovered."
"He's just going home for a bit. We'll see if he needs to come back later."
"Okay, Mr. Howard. I'll follow your instructions." Hubert knew Raymond well; once he made up his mind, there was no changing it.
After hanging up, Hubert texted Sarah from another phone: [Raymond has allowed Marlon to be discharged. The paperwork is all done.]
Sarah called back, furious. "Has he been bewitched by Margaret? Marlon is his enemy, and he still wants to bring him home?"
"Sarah, bringing him home is easy, but sending him back will be hard," Hubert sighed.
Sarah snorted, "If that's the case, then we'll make sure he never comes back."
"What do you plan to do?" Hubert asked.
Sarah laughed mysteriously. "Don't worry about it. Just wait and watch the news in an hour."
At that moment, Sarah was at a mental hospital, delivering supplies to the patients.
A chubby, mentally unstable dwarf named Brian Robinson handed Sarah a lollipop. "Sarah, I'll give you my candy, so don't be sad."
"Brian, someone is bullying me. Can you help me with something?" Sarah cried pitifully.
Sarah had known Brian for a long time; she had deliberately cultivated him.
His intelligence was only that of a five or six-year-old. If a mentally ill person committed a crime, it could never be traced back to her.
Brian nodded.
Sarah whispered instructions in his ear, and Brian smiled foolishly, asking her, "Sarah, if I crash into that car, will it hurt?"
"It won't. You're driving a toy car; they'll be the ones in pain." Sarah gently patted his head. "Don't worry, I will take care of everything. Your director won't find out."
What Brian didn't know was that he, too, would never return.
Brian drooled and smiled foolishly. "Will you be happy if I do this?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then I will do what makes you happy."
"Did you remember the license plate number?"
"Yes."
"Good boy. Now I'll take you there."
Margaret took a cab and headed to the ward.
Nancy and Alvin were helping Marlon pack his things.
Marlon, sitting in a wheelchair, saw Margaret and excitedly made incoherent sounds, his wrinkled face smiling.
Margaret knew Marlon was happy to see her.
She quickly walked over and held Marlon's hand. "Dad, I'm here to take you home. This year, our family won't be separated for New Year's Eve."
"Mrs. Howard, and Mr. Howard too," Alvin added awkwardly.
Raymond had a soft spot for Margaret, and a lot of the stuff he did behind the scenes was because of her. He just didn't know how to show it.
As soon as Alvin mentioned Raymond, the room went dead silent.
Nancy's face changed a bit, like she didn't want to talk about Raymond.
Margaret pressed her lips together and stayed quiet.
Marlon, sitting in his wheelchair, looked at Margaret with a pained expression.
Alvin realized he might've messed up and felt awkward. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked with a nervous laugh.
Margaret looked up and gave him a gentle smile. "No, it's not you. Yes, there's also Raymond."
She hadn't divorced yet, so technically, Raymond was still part of the family.
"Alvin, can you go get the car and wait for us downstairs? We'll be down soon," Margaret said.
Alvin glanced at Marlon and then asked, "Mrs. Howard, are you sure you'll be okay alone?"
"There's an elevator, it's fine. We'll take the elevator and push the wheelchair out," Margaret reassured him with a smile.
Alvin nodded and left the room.
Margaret squatted down again, holding Marlon's hand, and asked with a smile, "Dad, have you eaten? Are you hungry? If you're hungry, we can get something to eat first."
Marlon shook his head.
"Your dad was so happy to know he could go home today. I brought him food from the cafeteria, and he ate it all. He's just waiting for you to take him home," Nancy said, turning around and looking at them. She sighed, "Time flies. Your dad has been in the hospital for half a month. This year has been so unlucky, Margaret. I've never been this unlucky."
Hearing that, Margaret lowered her eyes.
She hid the sadness in her eyes, thinking this year had been really unlucky.
In less than a month, the Hughes family was finished, Marlon was in a coma and then woke up. And she didn't have much time left.
Reflecting on the unpredictable nature of fate, Margaret looked up and smiled at Nancy. "Mom, it's all in the past. Let's not talk about it anymore. New Year's Eve is just a few days away; we need to look forward."
"This year, we should buy more fireworks to drive away bad luck. We should also go to church and hope God blesses us with peace and safety," Nancy said, "I didn't believe in these things before, but now I want to try."
Margaret nodded in agreement.
She stood up and pushed Marlon's wheelchair out of the room.
Nancy was all smiles, hopeful for the future. She knew how tough things had been.
But what she didn't know was that on New Year's Eve, the Hughes would spend it in a funeral home. The family of three would be completely torn apart by fate, separated by life and death, never to reunite.
In the car, Margaret heard Alvin's phone ring. It was Raymond.
Margaret's heart tightened, and she felt a lump in her throat, thinking, 'Has Raymond suddenly changed his mind? Did I offend him just now, and now he won't let my dad go home?'
Thinking of that, her breathing became rapid and shallow.
Alvin answered the phone respectfully. "Mr. Howard, I've picked up Mr. Hughes, and Mrs. Howard is also in the car. Please go ahead."
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