Chapter 272 Why Are You Still Answering His Calls?
The phone kept ringing with no answer.
Raymond's holding his cell phone, his eyebrows furrowed at the temples.
Amidst the heavy snowfall and cold wind, the new year arrived late.
Raymond's cold, pale fingers holding the phone were numb from the snowflakes.
The call was automatically disconnected by the system because no one answered.
Hearing a group of children's laughter, Raymond turned around.
At the entrance of the neighboring villa, a little girl with her hair tied up, and wearing a fluffy dress, was playing with a little boy.
Raymond was momentarily distracted. When Margaret gave birth to their child, their child would be just as adorable.
A newlywed couple walked by, the husband holding his wife, probably out for a walk.
The wife nestled in her husband's arms, kissing him as if no one else was around.
Raymond was dazed for a moment. He and Margaret used to have such loving times.
When they were newly married, Margaret used to cling to him just like this woman clung to her husband.
After that couple left, the street was left with only Raymond, all alone.
Others could reunite with their families, but he was blocked outside the Hughes Manor gate by an iron door, unable to get in even if he wanted to.
Raymond patiently made a second call to Margaret, but the call still went unanswered.
Raymond didn't know if she was too heartbroken to see his call or if she was deliberately ignoring it.
Raymond couldn't stand Margaret ignoring him like that.
With his proud nature, if it were in the past, he would have barged in, demanded a satisfactory answer from Margaret, and made her apologize to him.
He wanted Margaret to keep him in her heart, just like before, with her eyes and heart full of him.
But now Raymond felt that it seemed impossible to go back, that it had become a luxury.
He reached out to knock on the door.
As his fingers touched the iron gate, a chill seeped through the ornate ironwork, penetrating his long, pale fingers.
Marlon had just passed away, the most important person to Margaret, and it happened today.
Would she be angry if he disturbed her like this?
Raymond suddenly lost the courage to barge in, lost the mindset of demanding answers.
His fingers gradually curled up.
He eventually returned to the car across the street, smoking silently all night, watching the snowfall.
Raymond took out his phone and called Alvin, asking him to book a ticket to return the next day to help at the Hughes Manor, to see if there was anything he could do.
When Alvin received the call, he was having dinner, with his family laughing and chatting.
Hearing the happy laughter on the phone, Raymond felt like his heart was being pricked by countless needles. He hung up hastily and awkwardly.
It turned out he wasn't a robot who didn't need family or care from others.
Work could numb him, but at times like this, he still felt desolate.
Raymond looked out the car window, his fingers stained with smoke.
There were a few twinkling stars in the sky.
Raymond remembered Sandra once telling him that when people died, they would become stars in the sky.
'Dad, Mom, are you doing well in heaven?' Raymond thought in his heart, looking at the stars, 'Our enemy Marlon died today. You should be happy, right? But I'm not happy at all, I'm even worried that my family will fall apart.'
In the Hughes Manor, Margaret was carefully changing Marlon into clean clothes, which were just bought by Nancy.
Margaret thought she would die first, but Marlon had died before her.
After Marlon's body cooled, his limbs became stiff, making it difficult to dress him.
Margaret and Nancy worked together, one putting on the clothes, the other buttoning them.
"Margaret, I was wrong earlier. I shouldn't have hit you, and I shouldn't have scolded you. I was speaking without thinking, don't blame me," Nancy said, arranging the folds of Marlon's clothes, her nose tingling, and her tears fell onto the clothes.
"I thought that if your dad woke up, we could be a family again. I even planned to take you to church to pray," Nancy said, holding back her sobs.
Margaret was very calm, her hands not stopping as she buttoned the clothes, "Mom, I won't be mad at you."
"Raymond is so bad! No matter what, he's your husband, and your dad is his elder. How could he do this? Your dad was so good to him, we all know that. Why did he do that?" Nancy's tears kept falling.
Hearing these words, Margaret felt suffocated.
Nancy still didn't know that Marlon owed Raymond two lives, and it was better that she didn't know. There was no need for her to know.
The hatred had already caused too much unrest, Nancy didn't need to know.
Nancy seemed to think of something and blamed herself, "It's all my fault. You reminded me not to talk about Raymond treating you badly in front of your dad. If I hadn't said those things, your dad wouldn't have argued with Raymond because of you. But I couldn't help it, I felt too bitter inside, I had to say it."
"Mom, if a bad person wants to do bad things, they will always find a way and a reason. It's not your fault," Margaret said lightly.
The buttons on Marlon's clothes were hard to fasten. After she finished, her fingertips were red and sore, but she could still bear it.
"Your dad didn't like me crying when he was alive. I won't cry. His spirit will come back tonight, he might be watching us. If we are sad and cry, he won't want to leave. You're right, he was in pain when he was alive, and now he's free. We should be happy, send him off with a smile," Nancy said, wiping away her tears and forcing a smile.
The phone suddenly rang. Margaret walked over and picked up the phone from the glass coffee table.
There were several missed calls on the phone. She saw the name flashing on the screen.
After a moment of hesitation, she swiped to answer and put the phone to her ear, "Hello."
"Is it Raymond calling?" Nancy asked emotionally, looking at Margaret, "He caused your dad's death, why are you answering his call? Hang up!"
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