Chapter 274 I Don't Want to Hear the Name Raymond
Margaret wasn't quite sure how Raymond ended up here.
She thought, 'Is he here to chase after Dad? Probably not, since Dad was alone with him before he died. They are enemies; so he couldn't come to grieve for Dad so kindly. He must be here to watch the show.'
Margaret's fingers tightened around the urn she was holding.
Today was Marlon's burial day, and she didn't want any unpleasantness with Raymond.
She wanted to quietly and attentively send Marlon off.
Thinking of this, Margaret averted her gaze and, holding the heavy urn, walked towards Raymond, who seemed a bit at a loss.
But Margaret walked past him lightly, as if she didn't know him, as if he were air.
Raymond had spent the entire night smoking in his car, watching the heavy snow.
Since yesterday, she had been treating him poorly.
He had kindly helped find Hubert to treat Marlon, but she had asked him to leave the hospital, saying Marlon wouldn't want to see him when he woke up.
After learning of Marlon's death, he came to the Hughes Manor, but she didn't answer his calls.
Yesterday, he could still make excuses, thinking she was too busy and too sad to see his missed calls.
But she could answer Alvin's calls and still didn't have time for his. Up to now, she hadn't returned his call.
Raymond could no longer find an excuse to deceive himself; Margaret was doing this on purpose.
The bitterness stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit out.
Margaret, holding the urn, was about to walk towards the hearse.
Margaret's arm was suddenly grabbed by Raymond. "Your dad died, why didn't you inform me?"
Margaret blinked her dry eyes, thinking, 'Why inform him? To argue, to hurt each other, to torment each other? No, it isn't mutual harm; I can't hurt Raymond at all.'
Raymond was a heartless person; how could she possibly hurt him?
Margaret didn't want to pay him any attention and insisted on leaving.
But Raymond wouldn't let go. "I'm asking you a question."
Knowing she couldn't avoid it, Margaret turned her head, lifted her eyelids, and looked at Raymond coldly, answering with a question. "What's the point of telling you? So you can gloat?"
Raymond was furious at her words.
His fingers tightened on Margaret's down jacket arm.
Marlon's death had nothing to do with him, but she didn't believe him.
"I'm your husband. Shouldn't I know about your dad's death?" Raymond frowned.
Margaret sneered. "You're also a murderer, Raymond."
"What do you mean? Who did I kill?" Raymond laughed angrily, his face darkening.
He had kindly wanted to comfort her, and this was her attitude. And she called him a murderer?
Raymond couldn't stay calm anymore. "Explain yourself. You call me a murderer, where's the evidence?"
"Raymond, I don't want to settle old scores with you today. No need to rush; there's plenty of time. Even if you don't come to me today, I'll still come to you to settle this." Margaret sneered, her eyes cold, as if she had become a different person.
Nancy, who had just come out of the building, saw Margaret and Raymond pulling at each other. She couldn't hold back any longer.
Nancy quickly walked over and pulled Raymond's arm away. "What are you doing here? Marlon is dead, and you still want to cause trouble for us? Today is his burial day; can't you pick another day to stir things up?"
Raymond's arm was flung away, and his hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a fist.
Nancy was stirring up trouble between him and Margaret again.
Nancy loved to stir up trouble between him and Margaret. Recently, Nancy had been trying to get Margaret to divorce him, and now she was saying he was causing trouble.
Raymond really didn't want to let it go.
With his current power and status, who could really do anything to him?
But he looked at Margaret, who had become so thin and frail.
Thinking of the child she was carrying, Raymond swallowed his anger.
Alvin, seeing that they misunderstood Raymond, couldn't help but speak up. "Mrs. Howard, Mrs. Hughes, actually Mr. Howard..."
Actually, Raymond wasn't a bad person; he came to help because of Raymond.
Before he could finish, Raymond gave Alvin a cold look. "Make sure Margaret gets back safely."
"Yes, Mr. Howard." Alvin swallowed the rest of his words.
Margaret gave Raymond a cold look and walked past him. "Don't follow me; my dad doesn't want to see you."
There was no hatred in her tone, with only indifference and weariness.
Raymond felt his good intentions were wasted, watching the funeral procession drive away. y.
After smoking a cigarette, he adjusted his emotions.
He followed Margaret, worried if there were something happened again.
In the Taylor Group, Daniel sat in his leather chair, scrolling through the news on his phone, and saw a tweet that Marlon Hughes had passed away yesterday and was being buried today.
Daniel frowned, picked up the landline, and dialed his assistant's extension. "Find out Marlon's hometown address."
A few minutes later, the assistant found it and sent the address to Daniel's phone.
Daniel got up from his leather chair, picked up his coat, and put it on.
The assistant pushed the door open and saw Daniel about to leave. He quickly said, "Mr. Daniel Taylor, you missed your last meeting with Mr. Garcia. If you miss it again, Mr. Joe Taylor will be really angry."
"I have something to do. Call Mr. Garcia and tell him I'll personally apologize when I get back." Daniel draped his coat over his arm and left quickly.
Marlon was a well-known philanthropist; he had to pay his respects.
Daniel drove, following the GPS to Marlon's hometown.
In the hearse, there were only Margaret and Alvin.
Margaret sat in the passenger seat, holding the intricately carved urn on her lap.
Her fingers traced the patterns on the urn, cold as ice.
Nancy got car sick, so she was in the car behind.
"Mrs. Howard, Mr. Howard actually..." Alvin, controlling the steering wheel, spoke again.
He really thought Raymond wasn't a bad person, just not good at expressing himself.
Margaret's previously expressionless face instantly darkened, her brows furrowing tightly, cutting Alvin off. "Today is my dad's burial day; I don't want to hear irrelevant topics."
Alvin, seeing Margaret's strong aversion to Raymond, not even able to mention his name, was surprised.
What had happened in the past few days to make Margaret's attitude towards Raymond change so drastically?
'Dad, I am bringing you back home. Stay well inside, don't be afraid.' Margaret looked down at the urn, thinking in her heart.
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