Chapter 309 Return to the Owner
Evelyn, upon hearing this, quickly flattered, "Ms. Martinez, who doesn't know your place in Mr. Howard's heart? Even Mrs. Howard told me that Mr. Howard only listens to you. With your grace, Ms. Martinez, you and Mr. Howard are a perfect match. You are definitely going to be his wife in the future."
"You've also talked to Margaret?" Sarah asked.
Evelyn smiled and said, "Yes, yes. Mr. Howard first asked me to plead with Ms. Hughes, but she declined, saying her relationship with Mr. Howard wasn't good, and told me to come to you."
"Alright then, I'll go find Raymond. I'll let you know if there's any news. You can go back now." Sarah said loftily.
At night, in a private villa, Raymond stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view, talking to Alvin.
Alvin said on the phone, "Mr. Howard, I only found out later. There was a stampede at the courthouse today, and Mrs. Howard got injured. It was Daniel who called the cops to disperse the crowd."
Raymond's eyes showed coldness. So she went to the hospital with Daniel because she got hurt in front of the courthouse.
'Damn it, I am such a fool; I misunderstood Margaret!' He thought.
"Deal with all the media present at the stampede," Raymond said coldly.
Alvin hesitated, not speaking for a while.
"Is there a problem?" Raymond asked.
"Mr. Howard, Mr. Taylor has already dealt with those media before us."
Raymond was momentarily speechless. He missed the chance to save Margaret.
He missed the chance to help Margaret clean up the mess and vent her anger.
Raymond's heart was complicated, filled with unwillingness, jealousy, and more guilt and self-blame for misunderstanding Margaret.
Putting himself in her shoes, if he were Margaret, having gone through such a terrifying stampede, and his husband didn't show any concern or care, but instead questioned him with baseless photos. He would be angry too.
"Mr. Howard, what's wrong?" Alvin asked uneasily on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Taylor seems to be a decent person and shouldn't have any improper relationship with Mrs. Howard. Don't overthink it. You should communicate more with Mrs. Howard, talk about trivial things, and share each other's lives to improve your relationship."
Raymond never liked talking about trivial things.
But Margaret, when she was pursuing him, always found various excuses to talk to him.
Asking for his WhatsApp account.
Then sharing all sorts of trivial, mundane life matters on WhatsApp.
For example, seeing a unique leaf, new dishes in the cafeteria, or the teachers she encountered, she would send him long messages.
He never replied, but he couldn't help but read every message.
Now, Margaret no longer had the desire to share with him.
Raymond snapped back to reality, took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it, "Return Marlon's safe."
He thought the only thing that could make her happy was Marlon's letter.
Seeing the letter Marlon left for her should make her feel better.
"Mr. Howard, it might be more effective if you deliver it personally."
"No need. You deliver it, no need for so many words." Raymond hung up, smoking, looking downstairs at the towering buildings, flashing neon lights, and the endless stream of cars.
Margaret probably didn't want to see him now.
He should be sensible and not go.
He could visit her when she was in a better mood.
They had just had a fight; he couldn't let things get worse.
Raymond was now very afraid that if this continued, his relationship with Margaret would be completely ruined.
What he didn't know was that no matter what he did, it was already too late; they could never go back to the way they were.
His nose suddenly felt wet.
Raymond's hand holding the cigarette stiffened.
He touched it with his other hand, and his palm was also wet.
He opened his broad palm, seeing a patch of bright red blood.
Raymond was stunned, his hand holding the cigarette trembling slightly.
This was the second bleeding.
He remembered a few days ago, after a fight with Margaret.
He had just gone downstairs and got into the car, and his nose bled a little.
Raymond had been focusing on work these years, working late nights and overtime, trying to forget Margaret. As a result, he had expanded the Hughes Group even more.
It had become the leader in the entire industry.
His health had always been good.
And with the company's affairs being so demanding, and it being a period of rapid growth, he had been too busy to remember to get a check-up.
Raymond was twenty-eight this year, in his prime.
It was unlikely that his body had any problems.
Raymond thought the only explanation was that he was too busy. With so many things happening in The Hughes Family these days, he hadn't been eating properly.
The early spring air was dry, so he bled.
Fortunately, the bleeding wasn't much.
Raymond went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his palm.
He looked up and saw himself in the mirror, dressed in a suit and with a handsome face.
But his eyes were getting colder, and his smiles were becoming fewer.
He remembered he wasn't like this before.
Before Marlon fell down the stairs, he and Margaret were actually quite happy.
If Marlon hadn't had an accident, he would have always been Marlon's most valued subordinate. How great that would have been.
People were greedy. When his parents died in the fire, and his home was burned to the ground, he wished to grow up quickly and to avenge.
But now Marlon was dead, the enemy was gone, and his great revenge was achieved, but not by his own hands.
But he wasn't happy at all, not even a bit.
He even missed the days living in the Hughes Manor, being like a honeymoon couple with Margaret.
Raymond used a handkerchief to wipe the water off his face.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and someone was there.
Raymond came back to his senses. Was it Margaret coming to thank him? Did Margaret get the will and stop being mad, coming home?
His heart suddenly started beating faster. Raymond opened the door to the private villa.
At the same time, Margaret also received a call from Alvin at the Hughes Manor.
"Mrs. Howard, I'm downstairs delivering something for you. Please open the door."
"What is it?" Margaret's voice was very calm, as if nothing could pique her interest.
Alvin said, "You will definitely be happy."
Margaret opened the door.
Soon, Alvin pushed a safe in front of Margaret.
Margaret looked at the safe, feeling it was familiar, and instantly recognized it, "This is my dad's study safe!"
"Exactly. Mr. Howard asked me to return it to its rightful owner, hoping to make you happy. Mrs. Howard, please rest early. I won't disturb you."
"Thank you, Alvin. I'm very happy to get my dad's letter." Margaret said gratefully.
Alvin thought, 'Mr. Howard finally does the right thing this time.'
After he left, Margaret squatted beside the safe. She remembered Marlon had said the password was her birthday.
As soon as the password was entered, the safe door opened instantly.
Margaret indeed saw a letter inside, along with a bunch of keys and a bank card.
Margaret took out the letter, holding it in her hand, feeling its weight, and then opened it.
She really wanted to know what Marlon's last words to her were.
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