Chapter 244 The Cold-Fearing Person Would Die in the Snow
Margaret certainly didn't believe Raymond's words.
Nancy told her that it was Raymond who pushed Marlon.
She knew Nancy's character; Nancy wouldn't falsely accuse someone.
Besides, Raymond hated Marlon so much that wanting to kill him wouldn't be surprising. Pushing him was understandable.
She just didn't expect Raymond to bring it up himself.
Margaret didn't say anything.
Raymond was driving and after a long while, he repeated, "I really didn't push him."
Since the incident had already happened, whether he pushed him or not didn't seem to matter anymore.
She couldn't quite understand Raymond's mindset. Even if he did push him, she couldn't do anything about it. Why did he keep acting in front of her?
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became very oppressive, that Margaret felt like she was suffocating.
"Raymond, can you stay away from my dad in the future?" Margaret bit her lip and exhaled.
As soon as she said that, Raymond's face turned cold. "You don't believe me?"
"I believe you. But I beg you, stay away from my dad. Whatever anger or resentment you have, take it out on me." Margaret gave a bitter smile.
Raymond sneered, thinking she didn't believe him.
She was convinced that Marlon's fall was his doing!
Raymond's anger was like a volcano about to erupt, and he was trying hard to control it.
He started speeding recklessly on the road.
Margaret obviously noticed his anger, but everyone had a temper, including her.
Seeing Marlon's wheelchair overturned, sitting on the cold ground.
She heard Raymond's contemptuous sneer, cursing Marlon.
Margaret wanted to get angry too, wanted to lose her temper!
Her father was humiliated like this, anyone would find it unacceptable. But she couldn't lose her temper.
She had no right to lose her temper; she was just a terminal cancer patient about to die.
Her attending doctor told her to maintain a good mindset to live a few more days. But how could she maintain a good mindset?
Margaret's hands on her knees clenched, her nails digging into her flesh, causing intense pain, only this way could she stay somewhat clear-headed.
Considering their conflict, she thought she should get out of the car. It was better for them to separate now.
"Stop the car, I want to get out and go back by myself," Margaret murmured.
Hearing this, Raymond got even angrier, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "It's still snowing outside, and you're afraid of the cold. Aren't you afraid of freezing to death?"
Actually, he wanted Margaret to stay in the car; it was cold outside, and she might catch a cold.
But Margaret didn't get his meaning.
She sneered. "Freezing to death would be better. The urn you prepared for me would come in handy."
Raymond was infuriated by her.
He was concerned about her, but she didn't appreciate it.
He slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching and hurting Margaret's eardrums, bringing the car to a stop by the roadside.
"Then go die!" Raymond's words floated over lightly.
Margaret's hand, which was unbuckling her seatbelt, froze instantly.
She stared blankly at Raymond's profile. What did he just say? He hadn't cursed her in a long time. Had she misheard?
Seeing her dazed and not moving, Raymond turned his head, his cold gaze falling on Margaret's pale cheeks, and sneered. "Don't you want to die? Why aren't you going? Don't be late; there's no place for you in hell."
She didn't mishear. He indeed told her to go die.
Margaret blinked and smiled. "I will fulfill your wish."
"Before you die, remember to call me to prepare a funeral for you. Don't be polite with me; I'm still your husband in name. It's my responsibility." Raymond smiled at her.
Death was such a heavy word, but Raymond could say it so nonchalantly.
Margaret wasn't someone who didn't know her place.
Her fingers trembled as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
It took her several tries to open the passenger side door.
As soon as she opened the door, a gust of cold air hit her like a blade.
As soon as Margaret had just closed the car door, Raymond drove off without hesitation.
She didn't know if he did it on purpose.
He even kicked up a lot of snow with the tires, splattering it all over her face.
Margaret's thin cheeks went numb from the cold.
She used her fingers to wipe the snowflakes off her cheeks bit by bit.
Watching the luxury car drive away, she smiled bitterly.
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood surged up her throat, splattering onto the white snow. The red on the snow was shocking.
Margaret felt like her internal organs were all churning, as if a giant hand was mercilessly pulling and squeezing them.
Worse yet, her handbag was left on Raymond's passenger seat, and her painkillers were in it.
Fortunately, she still had her phone.
At this moment, Margaret couldn't afford to be angry with Raymond. She quickly took out her phone, found Raymond's number, and dialed. The phone kept ringing.
Margaret, in pain and with tears streaming down her face, squatted on the ground, biting her chapped lips.
She shouldn't have argued with Raymond just now, hoping he answered the phone quickly.
The phone rang for a full minute, but no one answered, and it stopped.
Margaret was not giving up.
She couldn't believe it; they had been married for several years. Raymond couldn't be so heartless.
She dialed Raymond's number again.
Maybe she had annoyed him.
This time, the call was cut off after just a few seconds.
Raymond had hung up on her!
She still didn't give up and sent Raymond a text: [Raymond, come back and get me!]
Raymond: [If you want to die, hurry up. Stop talking nonsense.]
Seeing Raymond's reply, Margaret held her phone, her murky tears falling onto the snow.
She couldn't even feel the physical pain anymore because the pain in her heart was far worse.
She thought to herself, 'Margaret, what are you thinking? If you die, Raymond will be the happiest person. He can be with his Sarah. Their wedding photos are already out. How could he come to save you?'
Every time she needed him, when she was most helpless, she couldn't reach him.
Last time too, Ashley tricked her to Eldoria, trying to kill her with a scrap car. Margaret called Raymond dozens of times but couldn't reach him. It was Sarah who answered; he was busy making love with Sarah.
Sarah said Raymond was just waiting for Margaret to die.
Thinking of this, Margaret laughed through her tears, laughing at how stupid she was. This was the price she had to pay for loving the wrong person.
Raymond's cold-bloodedness was beyond her imagination.
Overwhelmed with anger, Margaret spat out another mouthful of blood, staining the snow red.
Her body suddenly lost strength, and she sank to the ground.
How tragic, she was the most afraid of the cold, yet she was going to die in the snow.
She thought, 'Raymond, as you wished, soon you'll see the news of my death. You can finally fulfill your wish of preparing the funeral for me.'
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