Chapter 287 I Did It, What's There to Deny?
On the other end of the line, Raymond's voice was very deep and resolute. "That's right."
"You're quite honest, aren't you?" Margaret laughed in exasperation.
Raymond laughed and replied, "I did it. Why wouldn't I admit it?"
"Then why don't you admit to murder? Afraid of going to jail?" Margaret sneered, holding the phone.
She heard him warning her, "Margaret, I did not kill anyone!"
Margaret held the phone, biting her lip.
How could he admit to murder? Bad people would never admit they were bad or that they were committed a crime.
Margaret didn't want to argue with him about this and instead asked, "Why did you take the letter my dad left for me?"
"The letter is still in the safe. I have no interest in reading what he wrote to you."
"Then give it back to me!" Margaret sneered.
Raymond didn't answer directly but changed the subject, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Suddenly, the study door was knocked on.
Margaret, holding the phone, opened the door.
It was Mary standing at the door, nervously biting her lip as she looked at Margaret holding the phone, "Ms. Hughes, I reheated dinner again. When will you eat?"
Margaret didn't speak, still holding the phone.
"Mary worked hard to make you dinner. If you don't eat, she'll be in trouble. If you want your dad's letter, you know what to do." Raymond's cold, shameless laughter came through the phone.
Margaret's eyes reddened with anger, "Raymond, you are truly shameless."
"Margaret, everything I'm doing is for our child, so they can be born safe and sound." Raymond was spouting grandiose reasons.
Margaret, annoyed, hung up.
"Ms. Hughes, are you okay?" Mary asked awkwardly, looking at Margaret, a bit at a loss.
Margaret didn't speak, leaving the study and walking to the dining room.
She saw the food Mary had prepared on the table.
Mary's dishes filled the table.
They were quite light, and suitable for a pregnant woman.
Mary picked up a bowl and served Margaret some soup. "Ms. Hughes, this soup is hot. It's best to drink it while it's warm."
The bowl was filled with soup and placed in front of Margaret.
Margaret just looked at it, not moving.
The food and soup were steaming.
They looked and smelled delicious, but Margaret had no appetite.
"Ms. Hughes, I'm sorry. It was Alvin who called me, asking if you had eaten." Mary bit her lip, looking at Margaret with guilt.
Margaret lifted her eyes and saw Mary's face full of self-blame.
"It's okay. Even if you didn't say anything, they would find out. It's unavoidable." Margaret murmured.
Mary's stomach growled.
Margaret looked at her in surprise, "You haven't eaten yet?"
"Mr. Howard said that I can only eat after you have eaten," Mary said.
Margaret laughed in anger, thinking, 'Raymond, that bastard. He is truly despicable.'
To force her, Raymond used such a lowly tactic.
Seeing Margaret's eyes redden, Mary quickly shook her head and comforted her: "Ms. Hughes, I'm not hungry. I'm willing to be hungry with you."
"Please don't feel guilty. I used to be hungry all the time."
"But, Ms. Hughes, I'm not making excuses for myself. I just think that now that you're pregnant, you should eat something. You can ignore Mr. Howard if you're angry with him. But if you harm your body, you're the one who suffers. The stomach can't be starved; if it gets damaged, you'll feel terrible. That feeling is awful."
"After all, you're different from someone lowly like me. You're Mrs. Howard. I'm just a servant."
Margaret felt a sudden warmth in her heart listening to her words.
"Besides, if Mr. and Mrs. Hughes could see you, they wouldn't want you to treat yourself like this. Who would want to see their daughter suffer like this? If I were them, my heart would break."
"So, please, Ms. Hughes, think of your deceased parents. For their sake and for the child's, eat something. Don't joke with your health."
"You should think about the things you haven't finished yet."
This sentence completely woke Margaret up.
Indeed, she still had unfinished business.
Marlon died unjustly, unable to rest in peace.
Raymond was still at large; she had to go to court, find a lawyer, and clear Marlon's name.
Only then could she close her eyes and leave this world with peace of mind.
If she ruined her health, Raymond would only be happy, clapping his hands in glee.
She couldn't let that happen.
Margaret thought of this and smiled, "Okay, I'll eat."
She picked up the utensils and started eating.
"Mary, sit down and eat with me," Margaret said.
Mary waved her hand, "No need. Ms. Hughes, you eat first. I'm not hungry."
"Eat. You've had a long day too."
Seeing Margaret insist, Mary didn't refuse, serving herself a bowl of soup and sitting down.
Margaret ate the food, but her stomach felt uncomfortable. She felt ungrateful.
Her parents were dead, and she still had the nerve to eat the food made by someone sent by Raymond.
Margaret picked up her phone and opened WhatsApp.
She looked for a friend in her contacts.
She remembered a classmate who was a lawyer; she didn't know if he was still practicing.
Margaret saw that the classmate had posted on WeChat about a case he had won. The profile picture showed the classmate in a suit, looking like a seasoned lawyer.
Margaret searched online.
Joseph Miller, a standout in the legal field, had never lost a case.
He had his own law firm and was now a top advisor for listed companies.
Margaret thought that if Joseph was willing to take her case, the chances of winning would be high.
Margaret had just sent a greeting to Joseph: [Mr. Miller, this is Margaret. Are you available to take a case?]
Mary served her some food. "Ms. Hughes, eat more. You should relax."
Marlon just passed away, and Raymond was still arrogant, unpunished. How could she relax?
At Detention Center, Sarah listened to the police warning her not to insult or assault the elderly again, or she would face multiple charges.
She agreed wholeheartedly. Once she was out of the detention center, she rolled her eyes. Finally, her detention time was up.
Seeing the message on her phone, she crossed the street and got into a black BMW, sitting in the passenger seat.
Hubert, in the driver's seat, was wearing a suit and tie, with a pair of glasses, showing a lecherous smile. He reached out to touch Sarah's face. "Sarah, I'm the one who treats you well, right? Raymond doesn't even know you were detained. Look how much I care about you, coming to pick you up personally."
Seeing his hand and lecherous smile, Sarah felt nauseous and avoided him in disgust.
"Sarah, I have good news for you. Won't you smile at me? Hmm?" Hubert reached out to touch her face again.
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