Chapter 247 Raymond Knows Everything
Raymond really didn't want to care about Margaret.
Margaret always managed to let his good intentions go to waste.
There was no trust between them, only leaving cold words and mutual suspicion.
Everything she said and did always managed to hit his bottom line precisely.
Raymond didn't believe she did it unintentionally, because the old Margaret used to be most afraid of making him angry, so she always did things that pleased him.
She would consider his feelings, his dignity.
The current Margaret seemed not to care at all, as if seeing him angry made her happy.
Raymond had already explained that Marlon falling out of the wheelchair had nothing to do with him; it was Marlon who fell on his own. But she still didn't believe him. Now that Raymond had wealth and power, how could he not have a temper?
The most infuriating thing was that she insisted on getting out of the car to freeze.
So when Raymond received her call, he hung up in anger.
But when he truly calmed down, he returned to the apartment, got out of the car, and didn't go upstairs immediately.
Maybe it was the cold wind, the large snowflakes falling on his face and shoulders, that instantly sobered Raymond up.
Margaret was still pregnant; she had his child in her belly.
In this icy and snowy weather, if something happened to Margaret and his child outside, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Raymond understood Margaret; she was sulking with him.
If she hadn't encountered some unavoidable difficulty and needed his help, she would never have lowered her head to ask for his help.
Realizing Margaret must be in trouble, Raymond reopened the car door, got in, and drove back.
He called Margaret several times, but no one answered.
Raymond, like a ghost, shuttled back and forth on that road, searching.
But he searched many times and couldn't find any trace of Margaret.
Finally, he parked the car where she had gotten off midway.
There were spots of bright red on the snow, which stung Raymond's eyes.
The snow had already covered most of the blood, leaving only faint, shallow patches.
Raymond suddenly thought of when Margaret had a miscarriage without his knowledge, and he found out and stopped Marlon's medication.
She had knelt in the snow and fainted, and there was blood in the snow then too. Could this be Margaret's blood? Did something happen to her?
When this thought flashed through Raymond's mind, he was stunned for a few seconds.
Relentlessly, he took out his phone, repeatedly calling Margaret, but she didn't answer any of them.
This Margaret, her temper was really that big, even bigger than his.
When a gray Maserati drove past him, Raymond immediately saw the license plate number, realizing that was Daniel's car.
The car was driving fast, and the anti-peep glass was tightly covered.
Could Margaret be in the car? Raymond's mind started to speculate.
Was she not answering his calls because she was in Daniel's car? Did she get out of the car midway because she was in Daniel's car?
Raymond didn't want to wrong her, so he opened the car door and secretly followed Daniel's car.
Raymond deliberately kept a distance from that car, afraid of being discovered.
There were quite a few cars on the road, with other vehicles interspersed in between. So Daniel didn't notice.
Daniel had sent the driver back and was driving himself, wanting to personally take Margaret back.
Margaret was sitting in the passenger seat, her phone in the pocket of her down jacket.
The phone was on silent, so she had no idea that Raymond had called her several times. This also made it impossible for her to explain later.
Margaret originally didn't want to sit in the passenger seat, but she felt that sitting in the back would be treating Daniel like a driver, which wouldn't be very polite, so she sat in the passenger seat.
All the way, she was looking at her fingernails, not speaking.
It was Daniel who broke the silence; he glanced at the medicine in the plastic bag on her lap. She had to take so much medicine in such a short time.
"Has Raymond been treating you better?" Daniel asked inappropriately.
Margaret pursed her lips, not knowing why he suddenly asked her this question.
Moreover, she didn't know how to answer this question.
She wasn't the type to tear open her wounds and show her scars to others.
Margaret pretended not to hear and didn't answer.
"I told Raymond about your cancer. Did he persuade you to have a liver transplant?" Daniel asked again.
Margaret's fingers tightened around the plastic bag.
"You told him?" Margaret was shocked.
Daniel nodded, "Yes, the last time we ran into each other at the baby store in the supermarket, I told him."
Margaret felt as if her heart had been lifted high and then dropped hard to the ground.
So Raymond knew about her condition, that she didn't have long to live, that she was in the late stages of cancer, and he still treated her like this? Couldn't he be a little nicer to her, to the Hughes Family, instead of cursing her to die soon?
Margaret could no longer find an excuse to deceive herself.
Daniel had told him, he knew everything.
He knew everything, and he had even followed her. It turned out Raymond hated her so much that he could be indifferent to her suffering.
Margaret's eyes were lifeless and devoid of vitality. A great sadness spread in her heart.
"Ms. Hughes, did I say something wrong?" Daniel asked uneasily when he saw her face change.
Margaret suppressed the sadness in her heart; Daniel was a good person, and she should be grateful to him.
She forced a smile, "No, Mr. Taylor, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"I've established a medical company to develop anti-cancer drugs. There's been some progress, Ms. Hughes, you must hold on. When my drug is developed, your illness might be cured." Daniel was giving her hope, afraid she would despair.
Margaret listened to his words; they were so beautiful.
He was finding a suitable liver for her and had established a company to develop drugs for her. These were things Raymond should have done, but Daniel did them. Although she wouldn't live to see the day Daniel's drug was developed, she was truly touched.
Margaret said, "Mr. Taylor, give up. You don't need to do so much for me. I have nothing to repay you with."
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