Chapter 233 It Will Also Be More Sad
Raymond couldn't believe it. He was still daydreaming that she had called him, but he missed it.
Thinking about how cold-hearted Margaret was, Raymond sped back to his apartment like a madman.
Then, out of nowhere, he spotted Margaret walking down the street, looking all gloomy, not even noticing the thermos in her hand.
Raymond scoffed. He had ended up in the hospital because of her family, and she still had the nerve to be sad all by herself.
He thought, 'She doesn't give a damn about me anymore, so why should I care about her? Forget it, let her freeze.'
Raymond floored it, driving like a maniac. He was scared that if he slowed down, he'd turn soft, go back, and let her in the car.
Margaret was lost in her own world, replaying Sarah's words in her head. 'Raymond, I want you to keep your promise and marry me. Will you? I want to be your wife, will you agree?'
Everything around her seemed like a blur. Everywhere she looked, she saw Sarah kissing Raymond.
Margaret clutched the thermos tightly, feeling like a fool for softening towards Raymond because of Alvin's words.
She had even made soup for him herself, but she never asked Raymond what he wanted.
She never asked if Raymond wanted to see her, if he wanted to drink the soup she made. He probably preferred Sarah's cooking. The way he looked at Sarah was so tender, so serious, like she was the only one in the world.
But all of this used to belong to Margaret.
Thinking about that, Margaret felt like her heart was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe.
Margaret looked up at the sky, which was already dark.
The heavy snow blurred her vision, with fine, dense snowflakes swirling around.
The snowflakes were freezing, landing on her eyelashes, her pale cheeks, and the shoulders of her black down jacket.
But no one knew that the snow in her heart was falling even harder, denser, and more hopeless.
Raymond had hurt her so much, yet she still felt possessive of him, still couldn't stay calm.
Maybe she was so sad that she forgot the hospital was far from the Hughes Manor and didn't bother to hail a cab.
Instead, she walked with her numb, frozen legs, head down, for a full forty minutes before she reached the Hughes Manor.
The Hughes Manor had the heat on. When she got home, the warmth hit her face. The temperature difference made Margaret shiver.
Only a wall lamp was left on in the living room. Realizing her parents must have gone to bed, Margaret sighed in relief. She didn't want her parents to see her in such a sorry state.
She put down the thermos and brushed the snow off her body with her hand. The snow hadn't melted yet, and it fell to the ground in a white mess.
Margaret picked up the thermos again, her fingers already numb and cold without any strength left.
It took her a lot of effort to open the lid of the thermos. The soup was already cold, but it was made by herself. She didn't want to throw it away, thinking it would be too wasteful.
So she took out the spoon inside and fed herself one spoonful at a time. The soup tasted good, or rather, she thought it tasted good.
Raymond used to love this soup, but now he probably didn't like it anymore or definitely didn't like it anymore. He had fallen in love with someone else.
Margaret, with all her pent-up emotions, thought about what had happened today. Marlon almost died, Raymond almost died, and she saw Raymond flirting and kissing Sarah.
Margaret felt so wronged that her nose turned red, her eyes stung, and tears welled up, falling into the soup in the thermos.
She wiped away her tears and drank every last drop of the soup.
As she took the last sip, Nancy, wrapped in a coat, walked over and saw her red eyes. She quickly got the gist. "You brought him soup, and he didn't appreciate it?"
"Why are you still up so late?" Margaret blinked, holding the thermos as she walked to the kitchen to clean it.
Nancy, feeling sorry for her, took the thermos from her. "Let me do it. Your dad and I were worried about you. You didn't come back, how could we not be anxious? Raymond is a jerk. You kindly brought him soup, and he treated you like this? It's freezing outside, why didn't you take a cab back? You've always been afraid of the cold, what if you catch a cold?"
Margaret watched Nancy skillfully wash the thermos. Before she got married, Nancy never did housework. Now she had learned to do it all because of her.
Nancy complained, "I told you not to go, but you didn't listen. I told you not to fall for Raymond, but you insisted. I told you to marry someone with a similar background, but you were set on him. Look at you, when have you ever been right when you stuck to your own decisions? Listen to me, divorce him. Don't waste your life on him. He doesn't respect you at all. You're still so young, only in your twenties, do you really plan to waste your whole life like this?"
Margaret listened to Nancy's nagging, but she didn't find it annoying at all.
Holding back her tears, she smiled and asked, "But you used to say that I am different from before. We're no longer the Hughes Family we once were."
"That's because I didn't know what kind of life you were living. I thought he was just arguing with you. I didn't know he was so heartless, pushing you to the brink. If I hadn't seen you almost sent to the crematorium, I wouldn't have dared to imagine the life you were living!" Nancy added.
"But I have no choice now." Margaret's throat choked, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Nancy, still washing, didn't realize she was crying and continued to persuade her, "How can you have no choice? There's always a way. You still have me and your dad. There are so many men in the world, it's not just Raymond. If we can't find someone with good conditions, we can find someone with worse conditions who treats you well."
Nancy said softly, "Don't worry. I can plan for the future. Your dad used to give me a lot of pocket money and jewelry. I never used them; they're still there. The three of us, as long as we're frugal, can definitely get by. Besides, my precious daughter is so beautiful, how could you not find a good man?"
"What if I can't find one?" Margaret asked again.
Nancy turned off the faucet. "If you can't find one, I'll support you for the rest of your life. I can support you and your dad. I have skills; I can paint and play the piano. We won't starve."
Looking up, Nancy saw Margaret's tearful eyes and frowned. "Why are you crying?"
"Mom." Margaret suddenly hugged her, sobbing.
She thought, 'Mom, I also want a divorce. I also want the three of us to be together forever, living a simple life but never apart. But there's no chance, no chance anymore.'
Margaret used to think that every time Nancy called her, it was to ask for Marlon's medical expenses, to make her compromise with Raymond. But now she realized Nancy loved her so much. Otherwise, she wouldn't have said these things.
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