Chapter 281 Like a Thorn, Piercing Raymond's Heart
Alvin called Raymond to report, "Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard has safely arrived at the Hughes Manor. But she seems to be in a bad mood and won't let me follow her. I'm worried she might do something foolish."
He didn't want to think the worst of anyone, especially Margaret.
Margaret had been kind to him; if it weren't for her introducing him to his wife, he wouldn't have found the love of his life.
But in just two days, Margaret had lost her parents and become an orphan.
Anyone would be devastated, let alone Margaret, who was a pregnant woman.
"I'll come over now. Wait for me to arrive before you leave," Raymond said tiredly over the phone. Then he hung up.
Raymond was at the Hughes Group, with a pile of work on his desk, the folders stacked high.
Margaret had suffered such a terrible loss.
Raymond didn't want to disturb her; he wanted to give her a few days to calm down.
But he was worried about her. Previously, she had even harmed herself to raise money for Marlon.
Thinking she was carrying his child, Raymond couldn't rest easy. He stood up wearily from his chair.
He picked up the coat draped over the back of his chair and slung it over his arm. Ever since Marlon died in front of him and he was driven out of the hospital by Margaret and her mother, he had been working tirelessly at the Hughes Group, trying to numb himself with intense work, to ease his inner turmoil.
Raymond had been so busy these past few days that he even forgot to eat. He no longer knew what hunger felt like.
With a cold expression, Raymond put on his coat and quickly walked out of the CEO's office.
He didn't know how Margaret would react when she saw him. Would she cry and scream, yell at him, and use the harshest words to hurt him?
No matter how difficult it was, he still had to be there for her.
Raymond drove to buy food from Margaret's favorite restaurant, and packed it up. The restaurant was very expensive.
He used to be very poor, and when they were dating, he couldn't afford such expensive meals.
The few times he ate there, it was Margaret who treated him.
Now that he had money, he was willing to buy it for her, to cheer her up, but their relationship had come to this point.
Raymond held the beautifully packaged food, feeling its weight, just like his anxious heart at that moment. Would she accept his goodwill and concern?
After two days of exhaustion, Margaret probably hadn't eaten.
He bought two portions, intending to eat with her.
He drove to The Hughes Manor, and Alvin was standing outside the car, waiting for him.
Seeing the food in Raymond's hand, Alvin remarked, "Mr. Howard, you care more and more about Mrs. Howard."
"She's my wife. If I don't care, who will?" Raymond sneered, scanning the area before his gaze returned to Alvin. "Where's Daniel?"
Alvin answered truthfully, "He left after bringing Mrs. Howard back."
Raymond's heart tightened. So Daniel had been with Margaret all along. Daniel really knew how to act, so hypocritical.
Raymond turned to leave.
"Mr. Howard," Alvin spoke again.
Raymond turned back, seeing his hesitant expression, and frowned. "If you have something to say, just say it."
Alvin hesitated, unsure whether to tell Raymond about Daniel and Margaret's long acquaintance.
If he told Raymond, it might worsen the conflict between him and Margaret.
But if he didn't, Raymond might not care about Margaret, giving Daniel an opportunity.
After weighing the pros and cons, Alvin looked up, as if making a big decision, and said, "Please pay more attention to Mrs. Howard. Daniel has ulterior motives towards her."
"Do you think I don't know that?" Raymond sneered coldly.
Alvin continued, "Before Mrs. Hughes died, she started talking nonsense and entrusted Mrs. Howard to Daniel. Daniel didn't refuse; he agreed."
Raymond's expression became unreadable.
Nancy was causing trouble even in death, not wanting Margaret to have peace.
"And Daniel asked me to tell you something."
"What?"
"He said he knew Mrs. Howard much earlier than you did. If he had made a move first, he wouldn't have had fewer chances than you." Alvin frowned, paused, and voiced his doubt. "But Mrs. Howard doesn't seem particularly close to him. Maybe Daniel is trying to sow discord."
After Alvin left, Raymond didn't immediately go to the Hughes Manor.
He stood outside, looking at the landscaping around the Hughes Manor.
The thick tree trunks, with bare branches, swayed in the cold wind.
White snowflakes fell from the branches, landing on Raymond's face, cold and icy.
Raymond remembered Margaret calling out for "Little Mute" in her dreams, someone she missed deeply, not him, but a mute.
How much did she miss him? She kept an old, worn-out photo of his back, with "Little Mute" written all over it.
Out of jealousy, Raymond had torn up the photo of Little Mute for the first time, only to find she had secretly picked up the pieces and glued them back together.
The second time, he tore the photo into tiny pieces and threw it out the window.
Little Mute's photo was completely destroyed by him.
But he couldn't erase the mark Little Mute had left in her heart.
She said she had only met Little Mute once and had long forgotten what he looked like, maybe Little Mute was dead.
But judging by her attitude towards Daniel.
Raymond speculated that Daniel was likely Little Mute, and they had already recognized each other.
Coupled with Nancy's instigation before her death.
Raymond felt very angry and jealous.
If it were his old self, he would have rushed up to confront her, demanding to know why she treated him this way.
But now, Raymond didn't dare to do that.
Her parents were dead, and he no longer had any leverage to threaten her.
These small matters couldn't be fussed over.
Once Margaret gave birth to his child, if he treated her better, maybe she would change her mind.
Raymond smoked several cigarettes in the blizzard. The cigarettes were harsh and hard to smoke.
Thinking about how Daniel, as an illegitimate child, must have suffered a lot before being found by the Taylor Family, Margaret could help him.
The fact that Daniel was Little Mute was like a thorn, deeply embedded in Raymond's heart.
Raymond suspected that everyone was Little Mute, but he never considered that he himself was the true Little Mute. He didn't realize that the person he had always viewed as an enemy, Margaret, had actually helped him, and he mistakenly directed his gratitude towards the wrong person.
By the time he knew, it was too late, as the punishment had already come. He didn't even have the right to repent.
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