Chapter 235 Margaret, I Told You to Open the Gate
Margaret's fingers clutched the phone, and it was picked up almost instantly.
Alvin's respectful voice came through. "Mrs. Howard, did you call? Sorry, I was tied up with something when you rang."
"Yeah," Margaret mumbled.
Alvin asked again, "Mrs. Howard, do you need something?"
She had called Alvin when she went to the hospital to bring soup to Raymond. But she didn't know Raymond's ward number, so she asked a nurse at the station and found out, only to discover that Raymond wasn't there.
That was when she called Alvin. But he didn't answer at the time, and then she saw Raymond in Sarah's ward, seeing Sarah asking Raymond for a commitment and kissing him.
Margaret had been trying not to think about those painful memories. But Alvin's question brought it all back, making her heart ache.
"Mrs. Howard, are you there?" Alvin was puzzled by Margaret's long silence.
Margaret exhaled and tried to keep her voice steady. "Sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number by mistake."
After a moment, Alvin asked again, "Mrs. Howard, did you go to bring Mr. Howard soup today?"
Margaret blinked her dry eyes, wishing she hadn't gone. Because if she hadn't gone, she wouldn't have seen Sarah confessing to Raymond, asking for a commitment, and kissing him, and her heart wouldn't hurt so much.
"No," Margaret lied, to protect her ridiculous pride. If she told the truth, she wouldn't need Alvin to laugh at her; she would laugh at herself.
Margaret was afraid he would continue to ask questions, so she quickly found an excuse. "Alvin, I'm a bit busy here, so I'll let you go. Goodbye."
"Alright, Mrs. Howard, goodnight," Alvin said.
After hanging up, Margaret pulled back the covers and lay down on the bed.
The phone screen suddenly lit up again. Margaret picked up the phone and saw it was a call from Raymond.
Margaret held the phone, which vibrated in her palm, as if an electric current was spreading through her body. She wondered why he was calling her, thinking there was nothing left to talk about between them.
Margaret was really tired today. She had spent the whole day in suppression and panic. She almost lost her parents today, almost lost Raymond, so she didn't want to argue anymore.
Margaret thought, 'If I hang up directly, he would probably get angry. If he takes it out on the Hughes family, it will be a loss.'
Margaret turned the phone face down and stared at the ceiling.
A wall lamp emitted a dim yellow light. Through the light, tears could be seen streaming down Margaret's cheeks.
She kept telling herself, 'Margaret, don't cry, don't be sad. It's not the first time you know about his relationship with Sarah. They have even taken wedding photos together and done everything that a couple should do. They are just missing a formal title.'
Margaret bit her lip hard, her shoulders trembling, afraid her parents would hear her cry and worry.
Margaret's liver suddenly hurt so much that it felt like it was being bitten by countless venomous snakes. She tasted blood rising to her throat, but she swallowed it back down. Crawling to find painkillers, she realized that her whole body hurt so much that she couldn't stand up.
Right now, she wished Raymond was by her side. But even if he were here, he'd probably just mock her and watch coldly, knowing all about her illness.
Thinking about that, Margaret fell off the bed. Her forehead hit the ground, leaving her dazed.
She found the painkillers in her handbag, her fingers trembling like crazy. She opened the bottle and poured them straight into her mouth, but there were so many pills they got stuck in her throat. She couldn't swallow or spit them out, and tears streamed down her face, her hair sticking to her cheeks. She bit down on the pills and swallowed them dry, but she didn't taste any bitterness because nothing could compare to the bitterness in her heart.
After about ten minutes, the painkillers finally kicked in, numbing the pain in her body. Margaret lay exhausted on the gray carpeted floor.
She stared at the crystal chandelier's hanging pendants, tears flowing into her mouth, tasting salty. Despair felt like a net, trapping her, and she couldn't escape. It was like her impending fate, and she couldn't escape it, so she could only accept it.
The phone was still vibrating, but she didn't know who was calling. Maybe it was Raymond.
If it were before, if Raymond called her like this, she would have answered immediately, telling him she was jealous and angry. But now, she didn't want to answer until the phone finally went silent.
Suddenly, there was a loud, jarring knock on the iron door.
Nancy knocked on Margaret's room door. "Margaret, did I hear wrong? Is someone knocking on the door?"
"Mom, you and Dad go rest. I'll go check," Margaret murmured from the floor.
Nancy agreed and went back to her room. Margaret got up from the floor.
It was freezing outside. Margaret grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around herself, then opened the bedroom door and went downstairs.
She opened the villa's main door, and the heavy snow hadn't stopped. It fell densely, blurring her vision.
Margaret couldn't see who was standing outside the iron gate, just a figure knocking on it.
Margaret frowned, walking out quickly. Her breathing became more rapid because of the strong wind and snow.
When she reached the iron gate, her face turned pale instantly.
She stared blankly at Raymond outside the gate, who was wearing a black coat, a gray scarf, and black leather gloves.
He was tall and had a straight posture. When he stood there, his eyes were cold as he looked at Margaret.
"Open the gate." It sounded like a command to Margaret.
Seeing him, Margaret frowned and wondered why he came. If she had known it was Raymond, she wouldn't have come out, let alone open the gate.
She wished Raymond would go far away and never bother her.
"Margaret, I told you to open the gate." Raymond saw her frown and became more impatient.
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