Chapter 284 The Palm is Crimson with Blood
Margaret struggled continuously, but her arms were pinned down harshly by Raymond, rendering her completely immobile.
His kiss was anything but pleasant; in fact, it was disgusting.
Margaret turned her face away.
Raymond's cold, tobacco-scented kiss landed on her left cheek.
Unwilling to give up, he patiently tried to kiss Margaret again.
Margaret turned her face away once more, so he missed again.
All of Raymond's patience was completely exhausted by Margaret.
Anger and jealousy burned incessantly in Raymond's heart. She avoided him, but didn't keep her distance from Daniel at all. What did Daniel have that he didn't?
Hadn't he given enough to Margaret and the Hughes family?
"What are you avoiding?" Raymond's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed her by the neck.
He yanked her neck forward, forcing Margaret's face close to his.
She could clearly see the burning anger in Raymond's eyes.
He still asked what she was avoiding, still pretending to be clueless.
Margaret looked at Raymond with hatred in her eyes. "Get your filthy hands off me."
"Filthy? Am I filthier than you? You're still my legal wife, said you'd love me forever, and what happened? You're tangled up with that bastard Daniel! How many times have you slept with him? How clean are you?" Raymond was provoked by her hateful gaze and began to speak recklessly. "You're so close to Daniel, isn't he the mute boy you always talked about? Didn't you say he was dead? I bet he never died, you two have reunited, haven't you?"
Margaret was already feeling suppressed.
Hearing about the mute boy again reminded her that Sarah had said he died of illness because Sarah had embezzled the charity funds, and the mute boy had been taken by illness.
Sarah could act so recklessly because of Raymond's favoritism and indulgence!
"None of your business." Margaret snapped.
"What? You don't even want to explain? Don't want to pretend anymore?" Raymond mocked.
"Raymond, you're a murderer! You have no right to judge Daniel! He's so much better than you!" Margaret said coldly, with a chilling smile.
Her words were like a knife, stabbing wildly and deeply into Raymond's heart.
Raymond was so enraged that he even forgot she was pregnant.
His last shred of sanity was consumed by jealousy.
Raymond's large hand, which was gripping Margaret's neck, yanked violently.
Margaret's pale, bloodless lips brushed against his thin lips.
Raymond kissed Margaret forcefully, angrily, and helplessly.
Margaret couldn't break free, clenching her teeth tightly to keep him out.
This action, in Raymond's eyes, was undoubtedly because of Daniel.
His large hand instantly moved from her neck to Margaret's jaw.
He applied a lot of force.
Margaret groaned in pain.
Raymond took the opportunity to forcefully have sex with her.
If it were in the past, with Raymond being so proactive, she wouldn't have pushed him away; she would have clung to him and made love to him.
Margaret's mind flashed back to Sarah at Silverwood, kicking her belly with the tip of her high heel.
Hitting her forehead with a brick, her forehead covered in blood.
Then she thought of going to Ironwood Lane to help him investigate the truth about his parents' death, and Ashley trying to run her over with a scrap car in Eldoria.
She called Raymond for help, but Sarah answered, saying she was out of luck. He was busy taking a bath and couldn't answer her call!
Margaret blinked her dry eyes.
She remembered bringing soup to the hospital to see him.
He was in Sarah's ward, keeping her company. Sarah looked at him with admiration and asked, "Raymond, what if I want you to marry me? What if I want you to fulfill your promise and make me your wife? Would you agree?"
Sarah hooked her arms around his neck and kissed his thin lips.
Margaret saw that he didn't push her away!
She also remembered New Year's Eve when she and Nancy had bought desserts for Marlon and returned to see Marlon hanging from the balcony, with Raymond holding his hand, seemingly pulling at something.
She called out to Raymond, and when he saw her return, Marlon fell!
It was Raymond who let go of Marlon's hand!
Marlon didn't have to die; he could have had a peaceful old age!
Raymond was a murderer, an ungrateful murderer!
Margaret also remembered Nancy fainting on the way back from the funeral.
Nancy never got up again after collapsing.
All of this was because of Raymond!
Margaret's heart was filled with anger, hatred, and despair. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and tears fell uncontrollably as her nose tingled with bitterness.
Margaret trembled with rage, pulled her arm free, and with her slender fingers clenched into a fist, she pounded on Raymond's chest, which was clad in a black shirt.
She wanted to curse him, but her jaw was tightly gripped.
How could Margaret possibly be willing to be humiliated by him like this?
This wasn't the past; in the past, she needed him.
Margaret broke free from his grasp.
Taking advantage of Raymond being engrossed in the kiss, Margaret slapped Raymond hard on one side of his face.e.
She used a lot of force, and Raymond was momentarily stunned, as if he hadn't reacted.
Then his cheek felt hot, painful, and burning.
Half a second later, Raymond laughed angrily. "You're rejecting me for Daniel?"
"Raymond, you're a murderer! I'm not done with you!" Margaret glared at him, her eyes looking as if she wanted to tear him apart.
Raymond had never seen such a look before.
The accusation of being a murderer was something Margaret had always held against him.
He let out a cold laugh. "If you think I'm a murderer, then send me to jail."
"Raymond, you won't be arrogant for long! You killed my dad, and I'm going to sue you, I'm going to make you go to jail!" Margaret's eyes were red as she spoke.
Tears sprang from her eyes, and she gritted her teeth as she vowed, "I'll fight you to the end, see you in court!"
"You still want to take me to court?"
"Shouldn't I? Get lost, Raymond, see you in court!"
"Fine, then I want to see which lawyer dares to take this case!" Raymond laughed angrily, then turned and went downstairs.
When he left the Hughes Manor, it was already night, and the snow was still falling.
It landed on Raymond's handsome, cold face, his black coat, and his meticulously groomed hair.
Raymond's face was cold as he returned to the driver's seat of his Maserati.
As soon as he started the car, he felt something wet under his nose.
He wiped it with his hand, and his palm was covered in bright red blood, which stung his amber eyes. Why was he having a nosebleed?
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