Chapter 266 Like the Moon About to Fall
Margaret finally came to her senses and realized that Marlon was lying on the ground, on the brink of death.
She quickly turned around and ran over.
Nancy was sitting on the ground, holding Marlon, whose eyes were wide open.
The light in his eyes, dull and unable to focus, was like a moon about to fall.
A cold wind blew, lifting the corner of Marlon's clothes, which fluttered like an old eagle with broken wings, scattered desolately by the wind.
Marlon coughed, his shoulders twitching and trembling uncontrollably.
Bright red blood gushed crazily from Marlon's nose, lips, and eye sockets.
The back of Marlon's head was covered in blood, staining his hair red.
"Marlon, what do we do? Margaret? Your dad keeps vomiting blood, and it won't stop. Why won't it stop?" Nancy's hands trembled as she tried to cover Marlon's bleeding wounds with her palms.
However, such a large wound couldn't be stopped, with Marlon's main artery already severed, blood flowing like a torrent, gushing out crazily, which looked both horrified and desperate, Nancy's palms also stained red with blood.
"Margaret, what should we do?" Nancy had never seen such a scene before; the blood just wouldn't stop.
Nancy was so scared that she was trembling, her lips quivering, and tears streaming down her face.
Her hot tears dripped onto Marlon's blood-covered face.
Margaret, distraught, knelt on the ground and reached out to push Marlon's body. She felt the warmth of Marlon's body slowly fading away.
It was like sand slipping through her fingers; the tighter she tried to hold on, the faster it disappeared.
"Dad, don't close your eyes. Look at me. Mom is here too." Margaret held back her tears, but the sorrow still surged in her voice, spreading from her heart.
Marlon struggled to keep his eyelids open, but they kept wanting to close.
"Doctor! Call a doctor! Get a doctor to save my dad!" Margaret finally reacted and shouted.
After looking around, Margaret cast her searching, helpless gaze on Raymond, who stood nearby with a tense face.
Margaret crawled over to Raymond, distraught and without dignity, step by step.
Her palms were covered in Marlon's blood, leaving bloody prints on the ground and on her white down jacket, making a shocking sight.
Raymond looked at her with a complex expression, his face emotionless.
Marlon was his enemy, and logically, Marlon's death was what he wanted most, which was Marlon's punishment.
In Raymond's memory, Margaret had always been very proud.
She said that even though she wasn't a man, she had a strong character and wouldn't easily give in.
He knew that Margaret's life creed was that she could endure any difficulties, but she couldn't lose her dignity.
He remembered that to force Margaret to divorce, he had deliberately quarreled with her, deliberately moved out, and ignored her for a year.
During that year, he hadn't appeared once, nor had he contacted Margaret.
But she had always maintained a high and proud stance.
It wasn't until Marlon had a car accident that she truly gave in to him.
She knelt outside the Hughes Group, even in the heavy snow.
But even then, Margaret's back was still straight.
Unlike now, with her ten fingers supporting her on the ground, crawling like a drowned rat, she hurriedly and desperately crawled to him.
"Raymond, I don't blame you anymore. It was all my fault. Call a doctor, Raymond." Margaret's face was full of tears, and her voice was trembling.
She wiped her face with her fingers, the blood on her cheeks making her look both pitiful and tragically beautiful.
"Margaret, you're Ms. Hughes. Who told you to kneel?" Raymond was very angry. He couldn't accept that she threw away her dignity like this.
The always-proud Margaret had completely lost her pride.
He despised this version of Margaret.
"Get up! Margaret." Raymond roared, grabbing Margaret's arm with one hand.
Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He never expected that her arm would be so thin under a down jacket.
Raymond roughly pulled her up, forcing her to stand.
Didn't she know that she was his wife? His wife couldn't just kneel like this; she couldn't be so humble.
Even if she wanted him to save Marlon, she shouldn't use this method. Couldn't she just ask properly? Was he a devil that she had to beg him like this?
Raymond suddenly wanted an equal way of communicating. This kneeling, begging, and groveling annoyed him. He didn't want this.
How could Margaret dare to get up? Marlon was about to die; how could she get up?
Margaret knelt on the ground, refusing to get up, her fingers clutching his arm. She cried and pleaded, "Raymond, don't be so heartless. He's my dad; he's your elder. Without him, there wouldn't be you today. Do you remember? He paid for your tuition; he was kind to you too."
"Margaret, I told you to get up!" Raymond roared in anger.
Margaret shook off Raymond's hand and kept begging him. "Raymond, save my dad. I only have my parents left. They can't have anything happen to them."
"Raymond, today is New Year's Eve. Don't do this, please. I'm begging you, I'll have a baby, I'll take the medicine, I'll listen to you from now on. Call the doctor, let the doctor save him, please?"
"Raymond, if something happens to my dad, if he dies, I'll hate you. I really will hate you. I'll go crazy, I'll break down. I'm your wife. Have some pity on me, Raymond, say something."
Seeing him remain silent, Margaret angrily raised her head and pounded her fists on Raymond's legs, shaking them and pleading.
Seeing Margaret so humble, Marlon felt a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow.
Marlon cried out in agitation, reaching out to pull Margaret. He wanted Margaret not to beg Raymond; he wasn't afraid of dying.
Everything happening now was part of his plan.
As long as Margaret was healthy and happy, that was the deepest love a father could have for his daughter.
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