Chapter 299 There's No Going Back
Since Raymond was injured by the fallen vase at the Hughes Villa, he hasn't appeared in front of Margaret.
Margaret was quite happy with the peace.
She was busy communicating with Joseph about the progress of the case and gathering evidence.
Joseph told her that the court had already issued a subpoena to the Hughes Group.
Somehow, the news leaked, and a reporter revealed that Raymond was in trouble with a lawsuit, possibly involving a charge of attempted murder.
For a while, the internet was abuzz with discussions.
The Hughes Group's reputation was damaged because of Raymond, and the stock price kept falling.
Surprisingly, the legal team at the Hughes Group didn't send a lawyer's letter or sue the reporter.
They let the situation escalate.
The night before the court hearing.
Margaret invited Joseph to dinner because she was very grateful for his willingness to help her.
Then Joseph drove Margaret back home.
Margaret sat in the passenger seat, watching the leaves being blown around by the cold wind outside the window.
"Margaret, have you noticed the recent dirt on Raymond? It's all over the internet," Joseph said with a smile, controlling the steering wheel.
Margaret heard it but hadn't paid attention.
She took out her phone from her coat pocket and specifically checked Facebook. Sure enough, the news about Raymond being sued was trending.
Most of the public opinion was in support of Margaret.
Margaret clicked on it with her slender fingers.
[Aren't Raymond and Margaret married? Could Raymond really kill Marlon? The rich are really different.]
[This might be true. My friend works as a nurse in a hospital where Marlon was treated. Marlon had a car accident and needed money for surgery. But she couldn't gather the money. My friend said she saw Margaret being beaten by Nancy, who scolded her for marrying Raymond.]
[Based on motive, Raymond indeed has a motive. Margaret's parents' death benefits him the most. The Hughes Group would be his, wouldn't it?]
[The reason we ordinary people can't make money is that we can't be ruthless. In wealthy families, when it comes to interests and money, it's not surprising! I would even believe Margaret killed her dad!]
[Margaret, don't cry. Your parents are watching over you from heaven! Be strong! Fight the bad man tomorrow and take back the Hughes Group. You are the best.]
[Looks like you really should listen to your parents when it comes to marriage, or it won't end well.]
[Why doesn't Raymond come out and say something?]
[Most likely, it's true, and that's why he's not speaking. The more he says, the more mistakes he'll make.]
Margaret felt a sudden warmth reading these comments.
She didn't expect anyone to support her, but even a verbal comfort gave her immense strength.
Margaret turned off her phone and put it back in her coat pocket. "Will Raymond appear in court himself tomorrow?"
"He probably won't. This matter has already escalated too much. There will likely be a large number of reporters and media at the courthouse tomorrow. He'll probably send a lawyer," Joseph replied, then glanced at Margaret in the passenger seat and hesitated, "Margaret, you two are married. I think you can still talk things out. There's no need to take it this far."
Margaret heard his words and pressed her lips together.
She knew Joseph was still speaking on Raymond's behalf.
"Now it's a lose-lose situation. I don't quite understand why things can't be discussed properly and have to be resolved through legal means. From what I know of him, he wouldn't kill anyone," Joseph continued, "Margaret, you can still change your mind. We can still withdraw the lawsuit."
"Once the court session starts tomorrow, there will be no chance to change your mind. Have you thought about the fact that you and Raymond might never go back to the way things were? This thorn will always be between you."
Margaret took a deep breath, clenching her palm tightly.
They couldn't go back a long time ago.
Since she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, since Marlon's car accident, since Raymond mocked Nancy over the phone. Since Marlon died, and Nancy also passed away.
Since Raymond's affair.
Their relationship had already rotted.
They had turned from loving spouses to enemies.
She didn't want to go back to the beginning either, because going back would mean her parents died in vain.
Margaret wasn't that cheap.
Margaret looked down at her fingernails, which were pale and bloodless, just like her now rotten body.
Avenging her parents was the only thing keeping her alive.
If she couldn't avenge her parents, she might as well leave this world.
"Joseph, Raymond, and I can't go back to the past," Margaret said, biting her lip, her voice light and faint, as if speaking took all her strength.
Joseph was silent, then laughed, "You're right. As an outsider, it's not my place to comment on your marital issues. But Margaret, if you find out tomorrow that Raymond is innocent, that the truth is different from what you believe, what will you do?"
Margaret blinked her dry eyes and gave a bitter smile, "He won't be innocent. Joseph, you don't need to feel too pressured. We'll do our best. Public opinion is on our side now, and I have your help. What if we win?"
The car stopped at the entrance of the Hughes Manor.
Margaret thanked Joseph, thanked him many times, but still felt it couldn't represent her gratitude.
Then they agreed that Joseph would drive her to the Silverbrook courthouse for the hearing tomorrow.
Back at the Hughes Manor, on the second floor, all the lights in the living room were on.
Soft music was playing from the speakers, and Raymond stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing away from the staircase, looking downstairs.
From that position, he could see Joseph driving away.
Raymond held a glass of red wine, drinking it expressionlessly. The wine slid down his throat, cold and bitter.
Margaret stood dumbfounded at the staircase, seeing his back.
She didn't know how long he had been standing there or if he saw her getting out of Joseph's car.
But she didn't care. What did it matter if he saw?
Margaret tightened her grip on her handbag strap.
The heating was sufficient, and Raymond was wearing a dark shirt and black trousers, which were without a single crease.
He stood straight, exuding an air of nobility.
Margaret's pupils contracted. The shirt and trousers he was wearing were the ones she had bought for him.
How ironic that he was still wearing them so brazenly.
She chuckled a few times.
Raymond heard the sound and turned his head, his sharp and cold gaze cutting across her face like a knife.
His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his tone was mocking, "What are you laughing at?"
Raymond, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, had even sharper facial features, showing how much the public pressure and the falling stock price of the Hughes Group had impacted him.
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