Chapter 304 Like Countless Ants Biting
Seeing they left together, Margaret's liver suddenly throbbed with intense pain, as if a giant hand was tearing it apart.
A rusty taste gradually filled her mouth.
Margaret hurried back to the bathroom, bent over, and spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto the sink. Bright red blood dripped from her lips.
Margaret's eyes were wide open, stinging with pain.
Why was she spitting blood again? Didn't the doctor tell her that her body was getting better, that a miracle had happened? Could it be that her body was...
Margaret didn't dare to think about it, as large amounts of fresh blood gushed from her throat.
Her body hurt so much, like countless ants were biting her.
Margaret's face turned pale with pain, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Didn't she take a few painkillers before the trial? Why was it acting up again?
The only explanation was that she hadn't taken enough, and her body had developed a tolerance.
Each dose had to be higher than the last for the painkillers to be effective.
Margaret's fingers trembled as she shakily rummaged through her bag for the painkillers.
She opened the bottle and fed the pills into her dry, colorless lips.
After taking more than half the bottle, the pain in her body was finally completely relieved.
Margaret washed her face with cold water. Even looking at her reflection in the mirror, despite the makeup and careful grooming, she no longer had the vivacity of a girl in her twenties.
If her body really had cancer again and it spread, that would be fine.
Suffering from the torment of illness was quite painful.
Leaving the courthouse, Margaret was startled by the scene in front of her!
She saw many media and reporters, carrying cameras and microphones, rushing madly towards her.
Countless microphones were pointed at her, thrusting into her face.
"Ms. Hughes, we heard you lost the case, and Mr. Howard wasn't involved in the murder. How do you explain that?"
"Ms. Hughes, given the lack of sufficient evidence, why did you choose to sue? How is your marriage with Mr. Howard?"
"We just saw Mr. Howard leave with Ms. Martinez. Did you sue Mr. Howard out of jealousy?"
"What does your silence mean? Are you now facing defamation charges? Will Mr. Howard sue you?"
"Ms. Hughes..."
The noisy questions buzzed in Margaret's ears.
Margaret saw countless cameras frantically taking pictures of her.
Margaret bit her lip and walked down the steps expressionlessly.
The media didn't let her go, eager to dig up the latest news.
"Ms. Hughes, what does your silence mean? Are you feeling guilty?"
"Why don't you apologize to Mr. Howard in front of our cameras? Maybe if he softens up, he won't press charges against you."
"We heard that defamation in Silverbrook carries a sentence of three to ten years. You're in a tough spot right now."
Margaret felt like she heard a joke and gave a cold smile to the reporter who asked.
"Ms. Hughes, why are you looking at me like that? Why aren't you saying anything? Do you want to make a statement? We're all very concerned about you."
Margaret withdrew her gaze.
With a cold face, she walked down the steps one step at a time.
"Ms. Hughes, are you angry?"
The reporter continued to provoke Margaret.
Margaret bit her lip. She knew she was now an orphan with her parents all died.
She couldn't cause any more trouble.
She was no longer the heiress of the Hughes Family.
As she stepped off the last step, someone pushed her from behind.
Margaret fell to the ground in a mess.
Countless feet in high heels trampled on her wrist, nearly breaking her fingers and bringing tears to Margaret's eyes.
She reached out to remove the foot stepping on her hand. But she had no strength left.
'Are these media people called by Raymond?' She thought.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
The last time, Marlon had a car accident and needed medical expenses.
Raymond, to torment her, made her kneel in the snow, and after Sarah mocked her, a group of reporters appeared. They treated her the same way as now.
They trampled on her wrist and fingers, almost breaking them, making her hands almost not her own.
So, this time, it was also a press conference arranged by Raymond.
Just because she didn't listen and didn't go home with him, he had reporters waiting here to embarrass her.
Margaret's throat felt sore, her body was being trampled on.
'Raymond, you're too much. I used to think you had mixed feelings of love and hate for me. There is still a little bit of love. Now I understand, I overestimated my place in your heart. You have no love for me at all. You think I'm dying too slowly, trying to create an accident to trample me to death.' She thought.
Margaret smiled, lying on the cold ground.
Her body rolled down the steps, tumbling several times.
The media surrounded her like a tight net, trapping her.
Margaret felt dizzy, and a high heel suddenly hit her forehead.
A reporter fell on Margaret's body.
Margaret felt like she was suffocating.
The reporter was not small, falling straight on her.
How could she bear it?
Margaret felt the air thinning.
Her body started to sweat coldly.
She was trembling all over, her lips wanted to speak, but her throat felt like it was weighed down with lead, unable to make a sound.
Was this the end? Was she going to reunite with her family? Did her parents know she was suffering too much, living too hard, and wanted to take her away like this?
Margaret's breathing became rapid.
The media was already in chaos, some reporters were shouting frantically, saying someone was trampled, to make way.
But the cold wind howled, the crowd surged, and the voice was instantly drowned out.
As some reporters kept pushing and shoving, more and more fell, causing countless people to pile on top of Margaret.
Margaret felt like she was being crushed to death.
"Move! Get out of the way!" A group of cops forcefully intervened, responsible for dispersing the crowd.
They quickly pulled the reporters off Margaret.
Margaret felt her body lighten and saw the long-lost sun in the sky.
Margaret gasped for air, lying on the ground.
"Ms. Hughes, can you move?" A familiar voice reached Margaret's ears.
Margaret heard the voice and lowered her eyelids.
She saw a handsome face, looking at her with full concern. He was dressed in casual clothes.
Margaret didn't want him to worry, so she smiled at him. "Mr. Taylor, long time no see."
How ironic, every time she met Daniel, she was in such a sorry state.
Daniel glanced at the media behind him and said sternly, "For the sake of an interview, you almost caused a fatality. Is this the professional ethics of you reporters? If someone dies, can you take responsibility?"
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