Chapter 23
"Shut up! When I was into you, you weren't having it, always looking for someone better. Now you've pissed off Mr. Howard, and even if you begged, I wouldn't want you! You brought this on yourself. You were just being dumb enough to mess with Mrs. Howard. What about Mr. Howard's pride?"
Ashley clung to Hubert's pant leg, begging, "Mr. Diaz, please help me."
Hubert kicked her away and called security to toss Ashley out of the hospital, along with all her stuff.
Ashley gritted her teeth, crying and clenching her fists. "Margaret, this is all your fault! You bitch!"
Margaret rushed out of the hospital elevator and sneezed.
She tried calling Raymond, but he had already blocked her.
None of her new numbers worked; he hated her that much now.
Running out of the hospital entrance, her phone kept playing a cold message. "The number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."
She wanted to know which of his words were true and which were lies.
Did Sandra's death have anything to do with Marlon?
Did he really save her when she slit her wrists, like she saw in her hallucination?
Just as she was about to give up, she looked up.
A black car drove out from the hospital basement exit.
Margaret recognized it immediately; it was Raymond's license plate.
She shouted, waving at him, "Raymond!"
Her voice was loud; he definitely could hear her.
But the car showed no sign of stopping.
Margaret ran to the middle of the exit, spreading her arms to block the car.
She suddenly appeared in the way, scaring Alvin into a cold sweat as he slammed on the brakes.
The tires screeched against the ground, making a harsh noise.
The car stopped just inches away from Margaret's slender legs.
Margaret gave Alvin a grateful smile, then ran to the back seat, knocking on the window. "Raymond, give me two minutes. I have something to ask you."
Raymond didn't even roll down the window, sitting indifferently in the back seat playing with his phone.
Alvin rolled down the driver's side window. "Mrs. Howard."
"Alvin, I need to speak with Mr. Howard. Please give me two minutes." Margaret pinned her hopes on Alvin, who had always respected her and never harmed her.
Margaret didn't dislike him.
Alvin looked troubled and glanced at Raymond in the back seat. "Mr. Howard."
Raymond said, "Get out of the car and come back in ten minutes."
Raymond looked up expressionlessly, his thin lips moving slightly, his deep eyes devoid of any emotion.
Alvin nodded, opened the car door, got out, and then opened the back seat door for Margaret, respectfully saying, "Mrs. Howard, please."
"Thank you, Alvin." Margaret smiled at him, then got into the car and closed the door.
Alvin stood a short distance away in the greenery, lit a cigarette.
Margaret looked at Raymond, his profile was impeccably perfect.
His features were more beautiful than many women's.
She fell in love with him at first sight because of that face.
His indifferent voice pulled her thoughts back. "Shoot."
She gave a bitter smile. The Raymond who used to speak gently to her was now impatient with even one more word.
"Raymond, is it true that your parents' death is related to my father?" Margaret stared at him, questioning.
Raymond paused as he was about to open the window. "So quick to clear Marlon's name? Are you going to say he had his reasons?"
Margaret's fingers curled and tightened as she took a breath. "I will get to the bottom of this and give you an explanation. But I don't believe my father did it. There's a misunderstanding here."
"If you're done, get out!" Raymond's expression grew colder, his facial lines tighter. It was clear he didn't want to discuss this topic.
Margaret could see his disgust and impatience, but she continued to ask. These were the few minutes she had fought hard for. "One more question. When I attempted suicide by slitting my wrists, was it you saving me?"
Raymond didn't speak.
She continued, "Raymond, I really don't understand you. You're the one pushing me to the brink, saying my father harmed your family, but you saved me and my father. You're conflicted, you know?
"Please tell me, what exactly do you want? What are you thinking?"
Margaret really couldn't understand what Raymond meant!
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