Chapter 253 Was He Taken Away by Raymond?
Marlon looked at Margaret with a complex expression.
In fact, he was very reluctant for Margaret to go out of town; he hoped Margaret could always stay by his side.
But he didn't want to become a burden to Margaret. His lips moved, wanting to ask Margaret to stay, but he swallowed all his words.
At this moment, Nancy came back with some groceries.
Margaret and Marlon watched as Nancy directed the servants to hang streamers.
Seeing Nancy busy and the family reunited harmoniously, a long-lost smile appeared on Marlon's slightly chubby cheeks.
Seeing Marlon smile, Margaret also smiled.
She secretly vowed to get through this year and spend the last few days with Nancy and Marlon.
Seeing Marlon so happy, Nancy suggested to Margaret, "Margaret, New Year's is coming soon. Why don't you stay at home and keep Marlon company? If you leave, he'll throw a fit again."
Seeing the longing in Marlon's eyes, Margaret's heart tightened.
Realizing she didn't have much time left, she decided to spend it with them.
"Okay, I'll stay." Going back would only mean fighting with Raymond, and she didn't want to waste her time on that.
In the following days, Margaret trained Marlon to stand up and walk, and to hold a pen and write.
Finally, Marlon, though still unable to speak, could indeed leave the wheelchair and take a few simple steps.
"Dad, let's try writing with a pen." Margaret found a fountain pen, removed the cap, and let Marlon hold it.
His fingers were weak, trembling as he held the pen.
Margaret held his hand, and he held the pen, writing Margaret's name on the paper.
Seeing the handwriting on the paper, Marlon smiled.
Since Margaret moved into the Hughes Manor, Raymond hadn't contacted her, but she didn't care at all and cherished these peaceful days.
If possible, she hoped Raymond would never disturb her and her family's life again.
Margaret thought it was necessary to make arrangements for after her death.
After spending time with her parents, she returned to her room, found a piece of paper, and began writing her will.
Margaret glanced at the starry sky outside the window, then buried her head and started drafting her will.
During the time Raymond tormented her, he gave her one hundred million dollars in cash, dozens of properties, and fifty percent of the Hughes Group's shares.
She wanted her parents to inherit everything. With these material guarantees and Raymond's promise, they should be able to spend their later years in comfort.
In another master bedroom, Nancy was half-kneeling on the bed, massaging Marlon's fingers. Nancy complained again, "You have no idea how much Margaret has suffered. Whatever difficulties she had, she bore them alone. She never told us. Although I don't know how Raymond tormented her, he must have threatened her with us. Look, Margaret was never like this before, so lifeless."
Listening to these words, Marlon's heart was filled with unresolved bitterness; he loved Margaret very much.
Seeing himself become a burden to Margaret, Marlon felt both heavy-hearted and guilty.
Marlon silently listened to Nancy's complaints, hearing her talk about how arrogant and excessive Raymond had been during his coma.
He leaned against the pillow, staring at the chandelier with his cloudy eyes.
Nancy's tears flowed as she spoke, and he silently patted her shoulder, pulling her into his arms. He felt very guilty, feeling useless for not being able to protect Nancy and Margaret.
They were bullied by Raymond, and he could do nothing.
After Nancy fell asleep, Marlon closed his eyes, thinking about Nancy's complaints. He gently lifted Nancy's arm off him and then struggled to get out of bed.
He slowly sat in the wheelchair, inching it out of the master bedroom.
Seeing the light still on in Margaret's room, he curiously wheeled himself in.
Margaret had her back to him, slumped over the desk as if she had fallen asleep.
Marlon was about to wake her up to rest on the bed to avoid catching a cold.
He immediately noticed the paper beside her arm and the uncapped pen.
Curious about what was written on the paper, he quietly picked it up from the desk and read it carefully.
Seeing Margaret was secretly drafting a will, Marlon was instantly shocked.
Her will clearly stated that all her properties, cash, and fifty percent of the Hughes Group's shares would be inherited entirely by her parents.
Raymond was not to participate in the division of the estate.
At the end, Margaret wrote: [Mom and Dad, I will always love you. I will bless you from heaven.]
Marlon suddenly felt the will in his hand was very heavy, even though it was just a single page.
He thought of what Nancy had told him, "That bastard Raymond, He bullied Margaret to the point of almost ending up in a crematorium."
"Margaret never tells us her difficulties; she always bears them alone."
"Although I don't know how Raymond bullied her, he must have threatened her with your medical expenses to make her do things she didn't like."
Thinking of this, Marlon's veins bulged, and tears streamed down his old face.
Margaret had been driven to the point of contemplating suicide by that bastard Raymond! What the hell did he do to Margaret?
Marlon held back his tears, not daring to cry out loud because Margaret was asleep.
He put the will back in its place, then wheeled himself out of the room.
The first ray of morning sunlight shone through the window onto Margaret, adding a touch of glow to her pale cheeks.
The birds on the branches chirped and hopped around.
Margaret opened her eyes, belatedly realizing she had slept at the desk all night.
She glanced at the will on the desk, feeling satisfied.
Then she put the will in a drawer and locked it.
At this moment, Nancy ran in, anxiously saying to Margaret, "Margaret, your dad is missing! Last night I was still massaging his fingers, but when I woke up, he was gone. Margaret, do you think something happened to him?"
"Have you checked everywhere?" Margaret's eyelid twitched in surprise.
Nancy nodded, crying, "We've searched everywhere. The servants looked all over but couldn't find him. Margaret, New Year's is almost here. Where could your dad have gone? He can't talk and write, and needs constant care. Did Raymond take him away?"
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