Chapter 250 What Gives You the Right to Treat Me This Way
"I'll have Alvin come and get it," Raymond said, then sent a message to Alvin.
Alvin moved quickly.
In just ten minutes, the medicine Hubert had prepared was brought to Raymond.
Raymond sat on the couch, legs crossed, carefully inspecting each box of medicine.
They were all for pregnant women, very professionally prescribed, and there were no issues.
Raymond pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back on the couch, exhausted.
Before he went upstairs, he had clearly hinted to himself not to argue with Margaret.
Getting to this point had not been easy.
Besides, she was carrying his child now.
Once the child was born, her focus would naturally return to the family.
It was truly pathetic that he, the CEO of The Hughes Group, needed a child to keep Margaret's heart and stabilize his shaky marriage.
When Margaret came out, he had to speak to her gently.
Margaret dawdled as she changed into her silk pajamas and came out of the walk-in closet.
She thought that after their brief argument, Raymond would definitely be gone.
To her surprise, he was still sitting on the couch.
He even took the initiative to speak to her, pointing to the pile of medicine on the coffee table. "Take your medicine."
"What medicine?" Margaret was a bit confused, her mind not quite catching up. Was it the anti-cancer medication prepared for her? Had he finally softened towards her?
Raymond, however, smiled at her and said, "Medicine that's good for the baby."
His tone was very gentle, completely different from his earlier attitude. But Margaret felt a chill down her spine.
Of course, it was medicine that was good for the baby. How could it be anti-cancer medication?
The cancer cells had already taken root in her body, growing wildly. No anti-cancer medication would work. Raymond couldn't do something useless.
Margaret's hands and feet were icy cold as she stood there, dumbfounded.
Raymond poured a cup of warm water and placed it in her hand, sitting her down on the couch.
He prepared the various colored, different-sized pills from the blister pack and placed them in her other hand.
Margaret took a sip of the hot water and placed the glass back on the coffee table.
She picked up a rectangular box from the plastic bag, turned it over, and glanced at the instructions.
"I've checked all these medicines; there's no problem," Raymond said, staring at Margaret.
Margaret squinted, staring intently at the contraindications on the instructions. "No problem?"
The instructions clearly stated that cancer patients should not take this medication.
She checked every box; most of them were prohibited for her.
Margaret was very curious about the consequences of a cancer patient taking these medications.
She looked at Raymond. "Can I borrow your phone?"
Raymond, without much thought, handed her the phone he had placed beside him.
Margaret searched the question right in front of Raymond.
Countless entries popped up instantly.
Some entries said that cancer patients taking these prohibited medications would accelerate the spread of the disease and die faster.
Others said it could cause immediate death.
Some even had doctors explaining that cancer patients should not get pregnant and should seek medical help immediately if they do.
Margaret gripped the phone tightly, biting her lip with a complex expression.
Realizing the side effects of these medications were so severe, she felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Taking them could cause immediate death, and if not, it would still cause her severe harm.
How much did Raymond hate her, and how much did he want her dead, to use such a ruthless method?
Margaret exhaled, feeling the pills in her palm grow heavier.
"Why are you looking this up? You don't have cancer," Raymond's puzzled voice floated over.
Margaret withdrew her gaze and looked up at him. "What do you think?"
At this moment, his eyes had a kind of foolish clarity.
How laughable that she saw innocence in Raymond.
If Daniel hadn't told her that he had informed Raymond about her cancer, she would have been fooled by his acting.
Raymond, thinking Margaret was resisting having a child, patiently explained, "Margaret, this is a medicine that's good for the baby. Taking it will ensure the baby is born smoothly."
Only when the baby was born would they return to how things were.
"Do you really think the baby will be born? Do you think it's healthy in my womb?" Margaret sneered.
Her primary doctor had already told her that the baby had become a complete monster due to the spread of cancer cells and the addition of prohibited medications.
Margaret looked at him curiously. "Raymond, aren't you afraid of what it will look like when it's born?"
"This is my child. Why would I be afraid? Even if it's missing limbs, I won't abandon it," Raymond said, not understanding what she was talking about but still patient.
"Margaret, be good, take your medicine," Raymond urged again.
This wasn't the first time he had forced her to take medicine.
Last time, it was also medicine that was good for the baby. But because Sarah had attacked her in Silverwood, the baby wasn't saved. Otherwise, it would have turned into a monster just like this one.
Margaret laughed at herself. "Do I have to take this medicine?"
"Yes," Raymond said, handing her the glass from the coffee table.
Margaret laughed at herself, thinking she was foolish to ask that question.
It was like the countless times she had asked Raymond if he would be sad or cry if she died. The answer was always cold and cruel.
She just held onto a sliver of hope, refusing to accept reality.
It was the same now; she had to take the medicine.
Margaret was so tired, having just survived a dangerous situation, learned she wouldn't live past the New Year, and was now being forced by Raymond to take medicine.
"What if I don't take it?" Margaret looked at him, gripping the pills tightly in her palm.
The pills hurt her hand, but not as much as her heart.
Raymond frowned, showing no compassion. "Margaret, you have no choice in this matter."
She was his wife, yet he was forcing her to die sooner, and she had no choice.
Margaret had had enough of Raymond's hypocrisy, his cold-heartedness, and his intimate relationship with Sarah while constantly suspecting and slandering her.
Her anger surged within her, perhaps in a final act of defiance.
Margaret threw the pills in her hand at Raymond's face and screamed, "What gives you the right to treat me this way? I'm a human being too! Raymond, have you ever considered my feelings? I can feel the pain! Besides forcing me, what else can you do?"
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