Chapter 248 Will a Miracle Happen to Her?
"Ms. Hughes, do you know my background?" Daniel wasn't very good at comforting people, but to console Margaret, he didn't hesitate to reveal his own scars.
Margaret shook her head.
Daniel, driving with a distant look, seemed to recall something from long ago. "I never had a father's love from the moment I was born. I used to ask my mother all the time where my father was. She told me he was swamped but loved me very much. Later, I found out I was an illegitimate child, one not accepted by the Taylor Family. Because of my background, I faced a lot of scorn and ridicule. If I had given up back then and not pursued my dream of becoming a cop, I wouldn't have the life I have today."
Daniel glanced at the pale-faced Margaret. "Margaret, life is very precious. Don't despair; any difficulty is only temporary. If your marriage isn't good, you can leave him, but there's no need to give up on life. Do you understand?"
Margaret knew that Daniel was saying this to encourage her.
But only she knew how bad her current physical condition was.
She wouldn't live to see the day Daniel's drug research succeeded.
The doctor had said that it would be a miracle if she made it through this year. But could a miracle happen to her? Most likely not.
However, Margaret appreciated his concern. She didn't want Daniel to worry about her; he deserved a better life. She changed the subject. "Didn't you have a social event to attend?"
"No."
"Won't Mr. Joe Taylor be upset?" Margaret asked uneasily.
Sensing her concern, Daniel's eyes softened. "No, my father is very understanding. I'll go back after I drop you off."
The car wound its way through the streets, and stopped in front of Raymond's apartment.
Snow was still falling.
The apartment stood quietly in the blizzard, wrapped in a blanket of white snow. Margaret looked out and saw only a bleak, oppressive, and monotonous whiteness.
Margaret thanked Daniel, then unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.
With a plastic bag in her hand, she watched Daniel's car drive away and disappear from sight.
Margaret didn't notice that Raymond's car was parked just across the street, and he was watching her every move intently.
Margaret turned and walked toward the apartment.
Raymond sat in his Cullinan, watching the windshield wipers go back and forth. The glass became clearer with each swipe.
Raymond gazed at Margaret, whose thick clothing made her appear bulky and unflattering.
Anger surged in his chest. He took out a lighter and lit the cigar between his lips.
Dressed like that, not at all sexy, how did she manage to attract Daniel?
What kind of spell had Margaret cast on Daniel to make him so infatuated with her?
Raymond didn't believe it. Joe would never accept a woman from a fallen family, especially one who had been married, into their home.
So, was Daniel just playing around with Margaret?
Raymond took a drag on his cigar, which was unusually harsh and irritating today.
The smoke rolled through Raymond's insides, making him feel very uncomfortable.
So he had guessed right that Margaret didn't answer his calls and got out of the car midway because it was inconvenient while she was with Daniel.
For such a long time, just the two of them, what could they be doing?
Back in Silverwood, Margaret had left without a word and lived with Daniel for several days, hiding in the countryside and pretending to be a couple.
Raymond didn't dare to ask these questions or even think about them, being a man after all, yet he knew what Daniel was thinking—Daniel definitely had feelings for Margaret.
No man would be kind enough to help a woman purely out of goodwill.
He wouldn't, and neither would Daniel.
Raymond had hoped that smoking a cigar would calm him down and bring back his rationality.
But the more he smoked, the more bitter he felt inside.
The more he smoked, the more heartbroken he became, feeling increasingly pathetic.
Margaret had treated him so poorly, secretly aborting his child.
She was intimate with Daniel, completely disregarding his feelings.
Forcing him to accept Marlon and help the Hughes Family, Raymond was really angry with these.
Many times, Raymond wanted to strangle Margaret and ask her if she knew what marital fidelity was.
She always claimed she was there to make a deal with him, to atone for Marlon's sins.
But she showed no remorse.
The more he hated something, the more she would do it.
The things he didn't want to hear, she would repeat over and over, tirelessly, right in front of him.
Like when she often asked what he would do if she really died.
That question made him extremely furious, because he had never thought Margaret would die! She had to live, to stay with him.
For over twenty years, he had lived in hatred, soaked and corroded by it. His life, his future had long been hopeless. He had long lost any joy in life.
Margaret was the only light in his life and his support. Entangling with Margaret was an essential part of his life.
Especially when he heard her generously blessing him and Sarah, and asking if they had set a wedding date, he really wanted to strangle her.
He was her husband, yet she had no possessiveness over him. How pathetic was he as her husband?
Raymond smoked five cigars.
The car window was down.
The wind whipped against his glasses-wearing face, and he gradually sobered up.
After finishing the cigars, he picked up some cologne and sprayed it on himself because Margaret didn't like him smoking, and she especially didn't like the smell of smoke.
Now that she was pregnant, it was even more unsuitable for her to smell smoke.
He was very considerate to her. But she didn't think of him at all.
Raymond, to avoid bringing his anger home, deliberately walked slowly in the blizzard.
He entered the apartment after inputting the code.
Raymond didn't change his shoes but stepped onto the spiral staircase and walked upstairs.
Margaret was sitting on the bench in the foyer, seriously changing her shoes.
Raymond looked at her.
Margaret felt a probing gaze on her and looked up, meeting Raymond's sharp eyes.
So he wasn't home. Where had he been? Was he with Sarah before coming back? Is that why he didn't answer her calls? What was he busy with? Busy making love to Sarah?
Thinking of this, Margaret's expression changed. After half a second of eye contact, she looked away and placed her snow boots on the shoe rack.
"When you called, I was busy," Raymond said, initiating the conversation.
She didn't look at him. "Oh."
"Did you need something?" Raymond was annoyed by her dismissive attitude but didn't show it, only slightly furrowing his brow as he continued to ask.
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