Chapter 245 Ten Thousand Times Worse Than You Imagine
Margaret originally thought she would be greeted by cold snow and hard ground.
Unexpectedly, she fell into a familiar embrace, which carried a cold fragrance.
Margaret struggled to lift her eyelids, seeing herself being held by Daniel, who had short hair.
Perhaps because he had become the CEO of the Taylor Group, his attire had changed from casual wear to business suits.
Daniel's features were not as sharp and cold as Raymond's; they were much softer and brighter in comparison.
Daniel had come to this area for a business engagement. Just as he got out of the car and was about to head to a nearby business hotel, he saw Margaret about to collapse.
Margaret sadly realized that Daniel was even more worried and concerned about her than Raymond.
"Ms. Hughes, I'll take you to the hospital." Daniel was a gentleman by nature and never overstepped boundaries.
But now, seeing Margaret's face growing paler, Daniel couldn't care about avoiding suspicion. He quickly carried Margaret into the car.
The driver was about to get out when he saw Daniel getting back in with Margaret in his arms. The driver frowned, "Mr. Taylor, Mr. Garcia has been waiting for a long time. This deal is very important. I'll take Ms. Hughes to the hospital, and you can go meet Mr. Garcia."
"I'll take her to the hospital myself." Daniel glanced at Margaret in his arms and instructed the driver, "Drive to the hospital."
The driver complained, "Mr. Taylor, I don't understand why you lose your rationality every time you encounter Ms. Hughes. Mr. Joe Taylor values this contract with Mr. Garcia highly. If you delay because of her, Mr. Joe Taylor will be angry."
Hearing this, Margaret tried to get out of the car, "Mr. Taylor, you don't need to worry about me. I can take a cab to the hospital."
"Ms. Hughes, don't misunderstand. Before I became the CEO of the Taylor Group, I was a cop, remember? Even if it wasn't you today, I would still take her to the hospital." Daniel frowned.
The car door was locked, and Margaret couldn't get out.
Seeing that Daniel was adamant, the driver had no choice but to drive to the nearby hospital.
Coincidentally, this hospital was where Margaret was being treated.
The attending doctor saw Margaret having an episode and looked very concerned.
He prescribed painkillers for Margaret and instructed her to take them with warm water.
The attending doctor wanted to discuss Margaret's condition with Daniel, but Daniel received a call at that moment and apologized, "Sorry, I need to take this call from a client."
"Mr. Garcia, this is Daniel," Daniel answered the call and stepped out of the doctor's office.
The driver followed Daniel out.
The only ones left in the office were the attending doctor and Margaret.
The doctor glanced at Margaret, "Let's take an X-ray."
"Okay." Margaret tightly gripped the cup in her hand.
The doctor wrote the order, and Margaret went for the examination. Worried about her condition, the doctor had a nurse accompany her to prevent any accidents.
Margaret managed a grateful smile, "Thank you."
"It's my duty. Go ahead. I'll wait here for your results."
After the examination, the results came out half an hour later.
Returning to the doctor's office, Margaret didn't see Daniel. She thought he must have gone to his dinner meeting.
He had already saved her life by bringing her to the hospital, so she didn't dare to ask for more.
The doctor looked at Margaret's X-ray, frowning deeply. He sighed repeatedly, studying the X-ray for a full ten minutes.
The doctor occasionally glanced at Margaret sitting opposite him, then back at the X-ray.
He seemed unsure of how to break the news to Margaret.
Margaret gripped the disposable cup on the table again.
While the doctor examined the X-ray, she appeared calm and expressionless, but her fingers were tightly clutching the cup.
She wasn't as strong as she imagined.
She could tell her situation was dire from the doctor's expression.
"Doctor, you don't need to worry about my feelings. I've already prepared myself for this. Just tell me directly." Margaret still smiled, expressing her viewpoint openly.
Realizing fear was useless, she could only face it.
So Margaret chose to accept her physical condition calmly, whether good or bad.
The doctor put down the X-ray, looked at her with pity, and sighed, "Ms. Hughes, do you really want to know?"
In truth, she didn't want to know. But the outcome wouldn't change.
So she could only smile and nod.
"Are you really ready to know? Your condition is much worse than I anticipated. Ms.. Hughes, I suggest that if you're not mentally strong, it's better not to know. The truth is too cruel." The doctor frowned with a complex expression.
Was it that serious? Even the doctor felt so sorry for her that he didn't want to tell her the truth. But the truth was cruel.
Margaret blinked. Her eyes were dry, like a parched riverbed.
"Ms. Hughes, your condition has deteriorated rapidly. I remember you were still in good spirits half a month ago, but now..."
Hearing this, Margaret looked at the mirror on the table.
She glanced at herself, seeing her face was deathly pale.
She wasn't wearing makeup or dressed up.
She was wrapped in an expensive down jacket.
There was no beauty, nor the vitality and spirit a woman in her twenties should have, only with a lifeless aura.
Like a withered yellow leaf, about to fall from the branch, trembling in the cold wind.
Like a wilted flower, fallen to the ground, crushed by a wheel.
Margaret realized that half a month ago, her face still had some flesh.
How had her cheeks become so gaunt, her cheekbones so terrifyingly high, in such a short time? Her lips had lost their color.
She noticed her belly under the down jacket, which was slightly swollen.
The child that was shortening her life was starting to show. Did it mean her life was going to end?
But Margaret sadly realized that since marrying Raymond, she never had happiness.
Margaret blinked, her eyes lifeless.
Though the truth was cruel, painful, and sad, she still wanted to know.
Margaret gathered her courage and looked at her attending doctor again, "It's okay, just tell me. I can handle anything."
"Ms. Hughes, are you sure you don't want to reconsider?" The doctor frowned even deeper, reluctant to tell her, "Your condition is ten times, a hundred times, even a thousand times worse than you think."
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