Chapter 271 Believing in Fate
Marlon was covered with a white sheet.
The stretcher was carried out of the ambulance by the medical staff.
Margaret had them carry it to the bedroom where Marlon used to live.
Then she kept thanking the medical staff, saying how hard it was for them to come, and that she was sorry for making them work on New Year's Eve.
The medical staff were deeply moved. As the driver was leaving, he told her, "Ms. Hughes, thank you. You are a good person, and you will have good luck."
Margaret gave a bitter smile, saw the medical staff off, and watched the ambulance leave the villa.
Was she a good person? Did good people have good luck?
Margaret used to firmly believe that good people would have good endings.
But Marlon helped so many people, sponsored so many poor students, built schools and hospitals, and donated large sums of money every year.
Marlon should have had a good outcome and lived well, but suffering had always been close to their family—illness, car accidents, falls from balconies, and death.
Margaret felt a void and a heavy oppression in her heart.
She dragged her heavy, tired steps back to the villa.
Along the winding spiral staircase, Margaret felt like she was walking on the edge of a knife, step by step, going upstairs.
"Marlon, what happened to you? Marlon, wake up!" In the wide-open bedroom, Nancy's wailing cries echoed.
Margaret reached the doorway and clearly saw under the glaring lights, Nancy lying on Marlon's motionless body, pushing, shaking, and crying.
Nancy's cries were extremely tragic.
Nancy saw Marlon not moving and heard footsteps.
She turned around and saw Margaret standing blankly at the door.
Nancy ran over, shaking Margaret's shoulders with her hands, crying and questioning, "Margaret, what happened to your dad? His body is cold, there's no warmth. Not a bit of warmth."
"Mom." Margaret looked at her, but didn't know how to comfort her.
Margaret paused and said, "Dad was in a lot of pain while he was alive. Let's think of it as him being freed, going to a better place in heaven. There's no pain in heaven, he can live happily."
She was comforting Nancy, but also comforting herself.
She wanted to tell herself not to be sad; Marlon just went to heaven to live a better life.
When Marlon was alive, he was just lying in bed, taking medicine every day, suffering.
Watching her being tormented, he couldn't do anything.
This was undoubtedly a torment to Marlon's soul.
Because Marlon loved her very much, Marlon couldn't bear to see her suffer. This was more painful than killing him.
Nancy, hearing Margaret's words, seemed to be provoked, and slapped Margaret across the face.
Margaret couldn't stand steady and fell against the cold wall.
The back of her head hurt a lot from the impact, but she was too numb to feel any pain.
She looked up at the furious, extremely broken Nancy, who roared at her with tears in her eyes, "You are so heartless! How can you say such things? Do you know how good your dad was to you? What do you mean he went to heaven to enjoy life?"
"If heaven is so good, why don't you go?"
"I think you've been wishing for your dad to die, you think he was a burden, you think we are all your burdens! Margaret, you are so heartless! You disappoint me so much! Because you married Raymond, you couldn't live well, and you dragged your dad down with you! The one who should die is you, not your dad!"
Margaret felt so oppressed and pained that she could hardly breathe.
Margaret wasn't angry; she thought Nancy was right.
Nancy, seeing Margaret's silent demeanor, cried in anger and ran out, wiping her tears.
Margaret fetched a basin of hot water and placed a brand-new towel in it.
After wetting the towel, Margaret bent down, wrung it out, and used the steaming towel to wipe Marlon's hands.
Margaret lowered her eyelids, carefully wiping, without speaking and crying.
Marlon was dead, and Margaret wanted him to go quietly.
If she cried like Nancy, Marlon's ghost would come back and see this, and he wouldn't want to leave.
Marlon had lived too hard a life, and now that he was free, she couldn't make him reluctant to leave.
Marlon's hands were large and broad. When Margaret was little, Marlon would hold her hand, his big hand holding her small one.
She was truly ungrateful; Marlon had provided her with over twenty years of carefree life.
She grew up and hadn't had the chance to be grateful, but Marlon died in such a tragic, painful way.
Margaret finished wiping Marlon's hands and then wiped his cheeks.
Margaret didn't believe in fate before; she thought people could conquer nature.
People who believed in fate were just making excuses for themselves.
Now she had seen clearly the reality. To let her parents enjoy their old age after her death, how many compromises and efforts had she made?
In the end, she didn't live well, and Marlon died. If this wasn't fate, what was it?
When people reached a certain age, they felt an invisible hand pushing them to where they should go, meeting the people they should meet, and repaying the debts they should repay.
Marlon must have owed her in a past life.
He repaid it and died; she couldn't keep him even if she wanted to.
Meanwhile, Raymond drove alone to the Hughes Manor.
Last year on this day, the Hughes Manor was very lively.
But now, it was exceptionally quiet and desolate.
Raymond saw the big iron gate tightly closed.
He took out his phone and dialed Margaret's number.
Raymond was very concerned about Margaret; he wanted to be by her side, to accompany her through the darkest moment of her life.
This was Raymond's subconscious behavior; he couldn't care about revenge now. He only knew that he was Margaret's husband, and he had the responsibility to be with her and protect her.
The phone rang intermittently, one deep ring, one shallow ring.
Raymond's heart tightened, why wasn't she answering the phone? The Margaret he used to know would answer immediately.
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