Chapter 229 Mrs. Howard, That's Mr. Howard's Car
Margaret was super nervous, her fingers curling up on her lap, gripping the edge of her white down jacket.
Her heart was racing, worried that Raymond wouldn't be cool with Marlon coming back to Hughes Manor. If that happened, Marlon would be so bummed.
Maybe Marlon, sitting next to her, picked up on her anxiety. His big hand landed on the back of hers and gave it a gentle pat.
Margaret noticed and looked up, a bit dazed, only to see Marlon nodding at her. Maybe it was all the meds, but Marlon's face looked chubbier, with a smile on his cheeks.
That simple gesture made Margaret feel a lot better.
Alvin was still on the phone. Margaret couldn't hear what was being said because Alvin didn't have it on speaker. She could only see Alvin's profile, sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed.
Finally, he spoke in a deep voice, "Mr. Howard, don't worry, I'll make sure Mr. Hughes, Mrs. Hughes, and Mrs. Howard get home safe."
Nancy was also worried that Raymond might change his mind at the last minute.
Seeing Alvin hang up the phone gave her some relief.
Nancy looked at Margaret and saw her face was pale, almost bloodless, and felt a pang of heartache for her.
"Margaret, we're almost home. Don't worry. It's almost New Year's Eve, we should all be happy," Nancy murmured.
Margaret looked up at Nancy and nodded, but she still felt a vague unease in her heart.
Raymond hated Marlon so much, would he really agree to let Marlon be discharged so easily?
Thinking about that, Margaret felt a tightness in her chest.
She wished she was just overthinking, wished the journey would go smoothly and they would get home safely.
She wished she could stop overthinking and just enjoy New Year's Eve, but she couldn't.
Whenever she had nothing to do, the fact that she was about to die would pop into her mind, repeatedly reminding her.
So now, no matter how beautiful the scenery, it felt distant to her.
Alvin started the engine, and the black luxury car smoothly entered the overpass, driving onto the bustling asphalt road.
She was afraid Marlon would catch a cold from the wind because, although spring was coming, the air and wind were still cold.
Margaret had all the windows tightly closed, so it was stuffy and suffocating in the car.
"Alvin, there's no rush, safety first. Please drive slower," Margaret specifically instructed.
Alvin nodded respectfully and then slowed down a bit.
The black luxury car moved like an old, frail man, silently moving along.
Ten minutes later, the car was forced onto a sparsely populated side road due to road construction.
Maybe because the New Year was coming up, even the side road was full of traffic.
A makeshift car with its license plate covered suddenly started, trying to cross the road, heading straight for the black car Alvin was driving steadily.
Alvin didn't notice the car coming to crash into them, one hand on the steering wheel, the other elbow resting on the window, all relaxed.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Alvin answered the call. "Mr. Howard."
Realizing it was Raymond again, Margaret's heart felt like it was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe and super uncomfortable.
She casually looked up, wanting to crack the window for some air.
But then she saw this makeshift car painted in garish colors, the driver looking totally out of it, swerving all over the road, completely ignoring traffic rules.
The worst part? The car was heading straight for them.
Margaret's mind flashed back to that time with Ashley—it was also a car accident with a junker. Her hands and feet went ice-cold.
"Alvin, dodge that car! The driver's probably drunk!" Margaret patted the back of Alvin's seat, raising her voice to warn him.
Alvin finally noticed something was off, looked up, and saw the makeshift car swerving towards them.
"Quick, dodge!" Nancy shouted too.
Alvin tried to speed up, but the car suddenly malfunctioned.
This car really needed maintenance, but he'd been so busy with work that he forgot about it.
He didn't expect this to happen, and now the car was acting up at the worst possible moment with the Hughes family inside.
If something happened, how could he ever make amends? Alvin was scared, his lips pursed, swallowing hard, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Where are you?" Raymond's voice came through the phone.
Alvin snapped back to reality and quickly told Raymond their exact location.
Seeing the makeshift car rushing over, Margaret's face turned pale, her eyes blinking rapidly.
The last time she felt this helpless was on Eldoria in Ironwood Lane when Ashley crashed into her with a junker.
It seemed like as long as she didn't die, fate would keep replaying this scenario.
She couldn't help but think, 'Is this Raymond's doing? Why else would he suddenly let my dad be discharged? I offended him today. The latte and pizza I bought for him were all despised by him. So he wants to kill my whole family!'
Marlon looked at the approaching car, eyes wide, lips moving, making scared sounds, but he couldn't say anything.
Nancy seemed to understand something, wiping her tears. "I knew it, how could he be so kind to let our family reunite? He wants us to die! He's such a bastard! If he kills us all, wouldn't everything of the Hughes Family be his?"
'Yes, if we die in an accident, everything would rightfully become his. But Raymond, do you have to go this far? Couldn't you wait a few days?' Thinking of this, Margaret felt increasingly desolate.
As the makeshift car sped like a lightning bolt, a Cullinan suddenly rushed over.
The makeshift car instantly deformed the Cullinan, which turned into a heap of scrap metal.
A burst of fire appeared, and the makeshift car started emitting black smoke, self-igniting.
Everything happened so fast that Margaret hadn't even reacted yet.
Alvin saw the upside-down Cullinan's license plate, his eyes filled with shock, and anxiously said, "Mrs. Howard, that's Mr. Howard's car! Mr. Howard is in trouble!"
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