Chapter 234 Completely Unaware of Gratitude
Margaret clung to Nancy, her fingers gripping her clothes tightly.
Tears streamed down her face like a broken dam, leaving her throat raw and sore.
Nancy, sensing something was wrong, pushed her back a bit, grabbed her shoulders, and looked at her with concern. "Margaret, what's going on?"
"Mom," Margaret sobbed loudly.
Nancy wiped away her tears. "Did something happen? Did that jerk Raymond mess with you again? Tell me."
Nancy had seen her daughter in this state too many times, and it had etched worry lines deep into her face. If she knew Margaret didn't have much time left, she'd be so devastated she'd probably faint.
Margaret thought she couldn't be that selfish, dropping this bombshell on Nancy.
For over twenty years, her parents had cherished her dearly. She had grown up without making any significant contributions to the family.
As Margaret cried, Nancy wiped her tears, as if she had guessed something, and tried to comfort her. "Margaret, I was just venting earlier. Your dad and I only have you; how could we really blame you? Remember when your dad had that car accident and we were broke? It was so tough, but he still told me not to blame you. We love you so much."
She added, "Margaret, we're a family. Families stick together through thick and thin, sharing the good and the bad. Don't be so sensitive; we just want you to be happy. Think about what I said and divorce Raymond. Don't feel guilty. If things aren't working out, it's better to cut our losses. We won't starve. Don't worry."
Margaret hugged Nancy again and cried even harder.
"Alright, stop crying. Your dad's in the room; if he hears, he'll worry about you." Nancy patted her back gently.
Hearing this, Margaret suddenly remembered Marlon was still in the bedroom. If he heard, he'd worry about her again.
Margaret stopped crying, let go of Nancy, and murmured, "We're already planning to get a divorce."
"That's good," Nancy sighed.
Margaret touched Nancy's hair, and tears fell again. "You've got gray hair from worrying about me."
What would happen to Nancy if she died? Margaret couldn't bear to think about it.
Nancy forced a smile. "Of course, I'm getting old. Everyone does. It's good to get old early, to rest early, and to be at ease."
Nancy wiped her tears, composed herself, and went into the bedroom.
Marlon lay on the bed, his eyes full of urgency, mumbling something to Nancy, as if asking something anxiously.
"Don't worry, Margaret's back," Nancy said as she lifted the blanket and lay down beside him, sighing.
Only then did Marlon's expression soften a bit.
Nancy complained again, "But Raymond is too much. Margaret brought him soup in the freezing weather, and he probably gave her a hard time again. Margaret came back and drank the soup alone; it made me feel bad."
Hearing this, Marlon's cloudy eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, breathing heavily.
"Marlon, do you think we messed up? Spoiling Margaret too much and now she's suffering because of it. If we had been more firm and opposed her marrying Raymond, things wouldn't be like this. Those guys from poor families are all messed up and don't know how to be grateful." Nancy's tears, which she had been holding back, started flowing again.
Marlon wiped her tears and mumbled something.
Nancy nodded. "I know, you're telling me not to be sad. But Margaret is my child. Seeing her suffer and not being able to do anything makes me feel so useless."
Marlon's expression grew heavy, feeling useless too. He was just a cripple who couldn't protect Margaret and couldn't even say comforting words.
Marlon felt so oppressed and miserable. As Nancy said, they really were wrong; they shouldn't have spoiled Margaret without limits.
They had harmed her, but it was too late to realize it now.
Back at the apartment, Raymond had been waiting on the couch in the living room for Margaret to return.
But it had been three hours and she still hadn't come back.
The distance from the hospital to the apartment was only an hour's walk.
Raymond had been smoking for a long time. He was very agitated and didn't want to care about her.
But it was already ten o'clock at night. Margaret, a girl, being out so late, could something have happened to her?
Raymond wanted to care but was unwilling to show it. This feeling of losing control really drove him crazy.
In the end, he couldn't stay calm and called Margaret. He wanted to ask if she had gone back to the Hughes Manor. The phone rang for a long time but wasn't answered.
He had just saved her family's lives today, yet she didn't even come to the hospital to see him. Now she wasn't even coming home, and she didn't even want to answer his calls.
He couldn't help but think, 'Margaret, you are really completely unaware of gratitude.'
Raymond called several times, but she still didn't answer.
Raymond sent her a message: [It's already ten o'clock, why aren't you back yet?]
However, there was still no reply. This feeling of being deliberately ignored, treated like air, was really unpleasant.
Raymond was furious, thinking why she had treated him like this and stayed out all night.
He was injured during the day; she should be taking care of him, instead of ignoring him, staying out all night, and not answering the phone.
Raymond called Alvin. "Find out where Margaret is right now."
Alvin acted quickly, and within ten minutes, he called back. "Mrs. Howard has gone back to the Hughes Manor."
Alvin curiously asked him, "Mr. Howard, didn't Mrs. Howard bring you soup?"
Raymond felt annoyed and hung up directly.
He couldn't stand being treated like this by Margaret. So he changed his clothes, picked a black Cullinan from the garage, and sped off towards the Hughes Manor.
Margaret finished her bath and came out in her robe. She saw several missed calls on her phone, which were from Raymond and Alvin, and a message from Raymond.
Realizing Raymond had been discharged and returned to the apartment, Margaret looked at it for a while and then called back.
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