Chapter 24
As soon as she finished talking, Raymond whipped his head around, shot her a cold, mocking look, and sneered, "You think I'm gonna tell you I saved you? Margaret, take a good look at yourself. You're a mess. Why would I save you? I can't wait for you to die."
Margaret was stunned. "Then why'd you send money to my mom?"
Raymond's eyes were full of disdain. He paused for a sec and said, "Because I figured if Marlon croaked too soon, the game wouldn't be any fun. Keeping him alive to mess with you is way more entertaining."
Margaret glared at him, shaking with anger. "Raymond! So you saved my dad just to mess with me more? Youjerk!"
Raymond laughed, all elegant but with a hint of bloodlust. "What else? Because I love you? Are you dumb?"
Her nose stung with bitterness.
Margaret thought, 'Yeah, I‘m really dumb. Raymond hates my guts. How could he possibly love me? If he did, he wouldn't have treated me like crap for a year, wishing I'd drop dead.'
Tears welled up, but she didn't wanna cry in front of Raymond, so she held them back.
Raymond said, "Get out! Don't dirty my car!"
She gave a bitter smile, pushed open the car door, and got out.
Alvin saw her get out and quickly walked over, nodding and smiling like he was greeting her. He noticed Margaret's face was pale as a ghost, her body thin to the point of being scary, exuding a sickly beauty. She was like an apple that looked good on the outside but was rotten inside.
Alvin drove away, glancing at the slowly walking Margaret in the rearview mirror. He said to Raymond, who was chilling with his eyes closed in the back seat, "Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard looks seriously ill. She doesn't look good."
Raymond's eyes snapped open. "You got a thing for her? Are you distressing for her?"
Alvin coughed a few times in fright, his face changing slightly. He quickly explained, "Mr. Howard, I'm just an assistant. How could I dare to have a thing for Mrs. Howard?"
Raymond closed his eyes again, resting calmly in his seat. "Then shut up and drive!"
Alvin replied, "Yes."
Alvin let out a breath, his back drenched in cold sweat, soaking his white shirt underneath.
He had seen Raymond's ruthless side. Anything Raymond disliked, no one else could touch, or they'd face a miserable end.
He swallowed hard, readjusted his breathing, and focused on driving.
Margaret got back to The Hughes Villa, which was cold and quiet. There was a note on the table. She picked it up and read it.
It was from Mary: [Ms. Hughes, Mr. Howard said you have recovered, so I don't need to take care of you anymore. No matter how bad things get, they will pass. Hang in there. I made some soup for you; you can drink it when you get back. I also bought your favorite dishes and put them in the fridge's crisper drawer. I hope the next time we meet, you will shed fewer tears and smile more. You are beautiful, and you will look even more beautiful when you smile.]
She put down the note and opened the fridge. It was indeed packed with veggies, fruits, and meats, everything you could find in the market.
She went to the kitchen.
She lifted the lid on the pot, and a pot of soup was still steaming, indicating that Mary had just left not long ago.
She poured herself a bowl of soup and drank it in big gulps. The soup was so delicious that tears streamed down her face. She cried silently. Mary, a stranger she had known for only three days, was much warmer than her husband Raymond.
After finishing the soup, she went to the bedroom and took out the marriage certificate from the safe.
In the marriage certificate photo, she and Raymond were standing close together, but he instinctively avoided her touch.
She was smiling brightly, but he was expressionless, overly calm.
Below the photo were their addresses:[87 Ironwood Lane, Oakwood Town, Eastlake City.]
Ironwood Lane? Her eyelids twitched wildly. This address sounded so familiar.
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