Chapter 292 You Murderer, Don't Touch Me!
Raymond's clear eyes instantly turned cold and somber. His sleek, sexy arm rested on the car window, fingers touching his chin. "Then you can give it a try."
Raymond's voice carried a warning and disdain.
Margaret was already feeling aggrieved.
Hearing this, she felt even more stifled.
"Raymond, don't regret this." Margaret gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening, and turned the steering wheel.
The car sped down the road.
Margaret's fingers gripped the steering wheel, continuously accelerating.
The fierce wind rushed in through the window, messing up Margaret's long hair.
Her long hair, like an impenetrable net, was blown bit by bit, sticking to her cheeks.
Margaret's breathing became rapid, making it hard to breathe due to the wind.
Her mood grew even more oppressive.
Before Marlon died, she was threatened by Raymond with medical bills.
Now that Marlon was dead, she was still being threatened by him!
She was furious, angry at herself for not seeing Raymond for the bad person he was.
Even angrier at herself for lacking ambition, and being utterly useless.
At the intersection ahead, the red light suddenly turned green.
A large truck was coming straight at them.
In Margaret's mind, a scene flashed of Ashley driving a wrecked car on Ironwood Lane, also recklessly charging at her, trying to take her life.
She had called Raymond for help, but his phone was with Sarah, who said he was in the shower and couldn't take the call!
She also remembered when they were in Silverwood, Sarah's high heels crazily kicking her in the belly!
Another memory surfaced of her bringing soup to the hospital to see him, only to find Sarah confessing her love to him, asking for a commitment, and Sarah even kissed his lips, and he didn't push her away.
Her parents were dead, and she had a terminal illness.
Raymond was such a bad person, she wanted to drag him to die with her!
After all, she was going to die anyway.
This way, there wouldn't even be a need for a lawsuit.
Margaret suddenly had this thought.
She wanted to die with Raymond, to avenge Marlon.
With this in mind, Margaret floored the gas pedal.
Accelerating, aiming at the oncoming truck, she sped up crazily.
The truck driver kept honking, trying to warn Margaret.
However, Margaret ignored it all.
In the passenger seat, Raymond was a bit surprised. He turned his head, glaring at Margaret. "Are you crazy?"
"Raymond, today is your death day!" Margaret didn't even want to look at him, coldly, with a chilly smile tugging at her lips.
Raymond saw the car going so fast it was about to take off.
He wasn't actually afraid of death.
He was thinking about the child in Margaret's belly, the child was innocent.
Besides, he hadn't done anything wrong, why should he die?
He wanted to live, and he wanted Margaret and the child in her belly to live too.
Raymond directly reached over to grab the steering wheel from Margaret, trying to avoid the oncoming truck.
Margaret didn't let go, and the steering wheel was constantly being fought over by the two.
The car swayed left and right on the road like a drunk.
The truck driver was stunned, he had never encountered such a lunatic, so he decided to give way to Margaret's car.
Just as he made way, Margaret's car also changed lanes.
The truck driver kept honking, cursing inside the car.
Seeing the two vehicles about to collide, Raymond forcibly held down Margaret's hand, taking control of the steering wheel.
The truck finally passed by their car safely.
The driver couldn't help but complain, "Don't let her drive anymore. Your lives may not matter, but my life does!"
Hearing this, Raymond's face turned even darker.
The car stopped at the Hughes Manor.
Margaret unbuckled her seatbelt, sneering, "You dodged it this time, but you won't next time. Raymond, be careful when you sleep at night, my parents might come to claim your life. My mom was a person who hated evil, she definitely won't let you off."
Raymond raised his eyelids, and seeing her sarcastic smile, he got angry.
He didn't like anything she said.
She never had a good word for him, only curses.
"Get out." Raymond issued an eviction order.
Margaret opened the car door, leaving without any hesitation, and walked towards the villa.
Raymond watched her back, suddenly feeling regretful. She had just lost her parents, it was natural for her to be irritable.
He needed to care for her more, so Raymond also got out of the car.
Margaret had just returned to the bedroom when a large hand pushed open the bedroom door.
"Raymond, this is my home. You're not welcome here, get out!" The disgust in Margaret's eyes was unmistakable.
Raymond was stunned, he had never seen this side of Margaret.
Margaret used to be full of joy when she saw him, happily running into his arms, how could she now be disgusted by him?
Raymond, with his great strength, forced his way into the bedroom, closing and locking the door.
"Get out! Raymond, I don't want to see you, you murderer!" Margaret found that seeing him made her irritable and out of control.
She screamed and roared. Tears fell from her bloodshot eyes in large drops.
Raymond seemed to be trying hard to endure, just squinting his eyes.
Seeing he wouldn't leave, Margaret used her fists to pound on his chest, harder and harder each time.
"Get out! You murderer, you have no right to be in my parents' house!" Margaret roared like a mad woman.
As soon as she finished speaking, Raymond pinned her against the door, gritting his teeth, his face flushed, either from being misunderstood or from drinking.
"Margaret, how many times do I have to say it, I'm not a murderer! Your dad wasn't killed by me! He fell on his own!" Raymond was also angry.
Margaret didn't believe him at all, her voice louder than his, "I saw it! You let go of his hand!"
Marlon loved her so much, loved Nancy so much, if Raymond hadn't let go, Marlon wouldn't have died. Marlon wouldn't have wanted to die.
So it must have been Raymond's plot!
"You just didn't expect my mom and I to come back so suddenly! But that doesn't change the fact that you're a murderer! Raymond, you'll go to hell! I won't let you off, you murderer!" Margaret's words made Raymond upset, and he had drunk a bit.
He raised her hands above her head, pinning them firmly against the door.
Raymond, in a rage, leaned down to kiss Margaret's bloodless, chapped lips.
Margaret kept dodging, tears uncontrollably falling, screaming, "Get away! You murderer, don't touch me! You have no right to touch me, go find your mistress, I don't want you anymore! Raymond, I don't love you anymore, I don't want you, let me go!"
Raymond's face darkened inch by inch, grievance surging in his heart and eyes. He gripped her wrists tighter, impatiently lowering his head to kiss the provoking Margaret.
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