Chapter 231 Fleeing in Panic
After Alvin took off, Margaret was in a real pickle. She couldn't decide if she should go see Raymond. What if he didn't want to see her? Or worse, what if seeing her made him feel even crappier? But then again, Raymond did save her whole family today.
Her phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message. It was from Alvin: [Mrs. Howard, Mr. Howard has woken up in the hospital. You should come see him. There's no major hatred between a couple, and New Year's Eve is almost here. Don't let small matters hurt your relationship.]
Alvin could tell Raymond was bummed out when Margaret didn't show up, so he took it upon himself to reach out to her.
Margaret replied: [Okay. I'll go see him.]
She didn't want to owe anyone, especially Raymond. So, she hit the supermarket, grabbed some ingredients, and made the soup herself. By the time she was done, it was already late.
Margaret hadn't been this busy in ages. Ever since he asked for a divorce, she hadn't cooked for him willingly. This was the first time she genuinely wanted to thank him.
Nancy was pushing Marlon back from a walk when she saw Margaret packing a food box. She walked over and frowned. "You didn't make that soup for Raymond, did you?"
Margaret stayed silent.
"Margaret, I think you should consider divorcing him. He treated you like crap, and now he's getting what he deserves. You're still making soup for him? If he died, it would be better; you wouldn't have to deal with his nonsense," Nancy said, clearly pissed.
Margaret looked up and glared at Nancy. "Mom, don't say stuff like that."
"It seems you really do like him. After all he's done to us, you almost died because of him last time, almost ended up in a crematorium. I was the one who woke you up. I say a few things about him, and you still defend him." Nancy was upset, feeling like Margaret hadn't learned her lesson.
Margaret wanted to explain but held back. She hoped Raymond would live well, partly because there was no reason for hatred. Partly because she could die at any moment. If both she and Raymond died, the Hughes family would have no support left, and that was a conclusion she didn't want to see.
Raymond being alive didn't necessarily mean the Hugheses would have it easy, but if Raymond died, they would be finished too. There were many people waiting for the Hughes family to collapse completely, to seize the opportunity to divide the spoils.
But Nancy didn't know about the grudge between Marlon and Raymond. It was clear that Marlon was protecting Nancy. Everything would disappear with her death, so there was no need to reveal these things and make Nancy worry.
Margaret thought of this and swallowed her words, speaking gently, "Mom, there's still some soup in the pot. You and Dad should have some. I'll go to the hospital to deliver the soup and come back."
Nancy nodded awkwardly. "Go ahead, be safe."
Carrying the thermos, Margaret left the Hughes Manor.
Suddenly, snowflakes began to fall, and swept in by the cold wind, landing on Margaret's hair, collar, and cheeks.
Ever since her health declined, Margaret worried about falling ill at any moment, so she rarely drove and now didn't plan to drive at all.
She had to take a taxi every time she went out. Standing in the cold wind, her fingers gripping the thermos were chilled and aching. But she could still tough it out. She just worried that if she waited too long, the soup would get cold and lose its flavor.
After about twenty minutes, a taxi finally pulled up.
Margaret arrived at the hospital, which was Raymond's private hospital. The floor he was on was exclusive, with only two patients, both top-tier VIPs.
She didn't know Raymond's room number, so she asked the nurse at the station. After getting the info, she headed to his room.
She knocked on the door but got no answer. So, she turned the doorknob and found the room empty.
'Where did he go?' Margaret wondered, puzzled. Carrying the thermos, she walked down the corridor. The white light made her face look even paler, giving her a kind of sickly beauty.
Margaret thought about calling Raymond but worried he wouldn't pick up after their earlier spat. So, she decided to contact Alvin instead.
As she walked, she dialed Alvin's number, hoping to find out where Raymond was. Or maybe she could just leave the soup in his room and go. She just wanted to repay the favor.
"Raymond, is my face very ugly? Is it unpresentable?" A familiar voice came from a nearby ward. Margaret's steps halted, and she turned to look. The door to the ward was open.
Raymond, in a hospital gown, was sitting close to Sarah, whose face was wrapped in bandages. They looked like a couple who had been through a lot together.
Margaret heard Raymond say guiltily, "Not ugly. In my heart, you've always been a beautiful and kind girl."
His eyes were only on Sarah now, with that focused and serious gaze that used to be for Margaret. She tightened her grip on the thermos, thinking, 'Why did I even come? To disturb them? No wonder Raymond is so protective of Sarah. After all, she's the woman willing to risk her life for him.'
"I will find a doctor to treat your face," Raymond promised her.
Margaret saw Sarah's eyes turn to her and then tearfully ask Raymond, "Then what if I ask you to fulfill your previous promise and marry me? Raymond, would you be willing? Our wedding photos are already taken. I ruined my face for you. Would you be willing to marry me and make me your wife?"
Margaret felt the air thin instantly. She felt so foolish. Clearly, they were the ones truly in love, and she came here to get hurt, to see Sarah express her feelings to Raymond.
She was curious if Raymond would agree with Sarah. She wanted an answer, a result that would make her give up. But Raymond seemed to be still thinking, and Sarah took the initiative to kiss him.
Watching Raymond being kissed by Sarah, she couldn't possibly feel nothing. As for the answer to the earlier question, she didn't want to hear it anymore. No man would refuse a woman who took the initiative, especially one willing to risk her life for him like Sarah.
Margaret turned around, holding the thermos, and fled. She wanted to leave quickly. She was even more afraid that Raymond would see her bringing soup and think of her as a fool.
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