Chapter 294 There's a Child Inside
Raymond was naturally introverted and disdained expressing love verbally.
He believed that men who said such things were bad men. Loving someone should be shown through actions, not just words.
He was different from Daniel.
Raymond had often lost hope in their marriage, but now Margaret was so obedient, it was as if the old Margaret had returned.
He lowered his eyelids.
The bright moonlight also shone on Margaret's slightly swollen belly.
He extended his broad palm, slowly covering it.
It was hard to imagine that there was a child inside, like a seed breaking through the soil, growing strong.
This child was the continuation of his and Margaret's marriage.
It was quite pathetic, really, that he, a man, had to use a child to keep Margaret.
Margaret lay in the warm gray bedding, watching Raymond's actions.
She had once fantasized about having his child.
She had that thought the first time she saw him.
"Margaret, your parents are dead, but you won't be an orphan. You still have me, and our soon-to-be-born child," Raymond murmured deeply moved.
At these words, Margaret felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
A scene flashed before her eyes of Marlon hanging from the balcony, struggling with Raymond.
Marlon was dead.
Nancy was dead too!
And Nancy had always hated Raymond the most!
Yet here she was, with the man Nancy had hated the most, the man who had killed Marlon.
Margaret blinked her dry eyes, as if waking from a dream.
She struggled and pushed him away, "Get out!"
Raymond held her slender waist, unwilling to leave. Just a moment ago, Margaret had been so obedient; how could she turn hostile so quickly?
"Margaret..." He hadn't even finished his sentence.
Margaret's palm slapped his face wildly, her nails scratching across Raymond's bronze shoulders and chest.
One red scratch after another appeared.
Raymond winced in pain, grabbing her wrist and glaring at Margaret, "You crazy woman!"
"You murderer! You don't have a good end! Give me back my dad, give me back my mom! Beast! Raymond, you're a bastard! You don't know gratitude, you won't die a good death!" Margaret screamed and cursed like she had lost her mind.
Raymond, however, refused to let go. This was Margaret at her most vulnerable, and he needed to be with her.
His large hand tightened around Margaret's waist.
He didn't argue back, fearing that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, which would only agitate Margaret further.
"Raymond, I won't let you go! I'm going to send you to jail, I want you to rot in prison," Margaret screamed, her nails digging frantically into Raymond's skin.
No matter how much she cursed or cried, he wouldn't let go.
Margaret suddenly felt desperate; she had no way to deal with Raymond.
Margaret trembled with anger, her throat sore and aching.
She grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face, but he didn't even flinch.
Margaret kicked him.
With a thud, Raymond rolled off the bed onto the carpet.
His body hit a vase.
The vase wobbled and then shattered into pieces with a crash.
Raymond couldn't hold himself up and fell back onto the vase shards.
His back was instantly covered in blood.
Blood, illuminated by the moonlight, fell onto the vase shards.
Margaret saw Raymond lower his eyelids, inspecting the wound on his arm.
A flash of concern crossed her eyes, but then she remembered that Marlon and Nancy had died because of him, and the Hughes Family had ended up like this.
Her concern instantly turned to hatred and disgust.
Raymond groaned in pain, looking at his arm, which was now a bloody mess.
He raised his eyelids and looked at Margaret on the bed.
The room was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight shining in, making everything look hazy and unreal.
Raymond still saw Margaret's indifferent and detached expression, his face darkened, and he frowned, "After all this, are you satisfied now? I'm hurt like this, are you happy?"
If it were before, when he got hurt.
Margaret would immediately buy medicine, bandage him, and apologize.
If it were before, she wouldn't have kicked him like that.
But now wasn't before; the old Margaret had been destroyed by Raymond himself.
Now, she was a wreck.
"I don't think it's enough. You need to die like my parents did, then it'll be enough," Margaret gritted her teeth, tears falling.
Hearing that, Raymond suddenly laughed bitterly.
Margaret was his wife, and she wanted him dead, even so bluntly.
He sighed, frowning, his face covered in a layer of frost, "How many times do I have to say it? Your dad's death had nothing to do with me. I tried to save him, to pull him up, but he went crazy and let go of my hand. That's the truth. You don't want to admit it, but it's the truth!"
"Raymond, do you believe what you're saying? My dad had a grudge against your family, and you would save him out of the goodness of your heart? It's good enough that you didn't push him to his death," Margaret sneered.
Raymond's mouth twitched, realizing the truth he spoke didn't make sense.
Blood continued to drip, falling from his well-defined arm onto the gray carpet, instantly blending in.
Raymond was in pain, frowning, his lips pale, "Go get the first aid kit."
Margaret sat on the bed, not moving at all.
"I told you to get the first aid kit, didn't you hear me? After a whole night of this, you're still at it?" Raymond's frown deepened, his gaze growing sharper.
If it were before, seeing him angry. Margaret would have immediately backed down.
But now, she just smirked coldly, mocking him, "I want you to die sooner, and you expect me to get the first aid kit for you? What a dream! That vase should have hit your heart, killing you, that's what I want to see!"
"Why don't you go find your Sarah? She'd be more than happy to bandage you! However you want it bandaged, she'll do it for you!"
Raymond pressed his bleeding arm, his black shirt already sticking to his back.
Raymond stared at Margaret for a few seconds, suddenly finding her very unfamiliar.
He suddenly laughed, then got up and walked out of the bedroom.
Margaret thought he was going to find Sarah, so she sneered, got out of bed, and went to close the bedroom door.
A large hand forcefully held the door open.
"Are you crazy?" Margaret saw Raymond come back and said in disgust.
Raymond laughed angrily, then shoved something cold into Margaret's hand.
Margaret looked down and saw that he had given her a knife.
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