Chapter 322 Little Mute, Run Quickly
Hearing his words, Raymond's thin lips pressed together unconsciously.
His chest felt like it was being stung by bees, a dense, spreading pain. His breathing became rapid.
Raymond's eyes darkened as he glanced at Alvin.
He exhaled slightly, pretending to be calm. How could anything happen to Margaret?
He lowered his eyelids and snatched the examination report from Alvin's hand. "You talk more and more nonsense."
Then he opened the examination report, impatiently skipping through Margaret's results.
He went straight to the last page, glancing at the diagnosis.
Raymond's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers holding the report trembled slightly.
He had thought Margaret's diagnosis would be a minor illness!
Never expected, the diagnosis revealed late-stage liver cancer—an untreatable condition!
At that moment, Rufus rushed in and saw the diagnosis report fall from Raymond's hand.
"Mr. Howard, don't be too upset." Rufus's expression was complicated.
Raymond's face changed drastically. He grabbed Rufus by the collar, laughing angrily. "Why would I be upset!"
"If you can't speak properly, just shut up!" Raymond punched Rufus in the face.
Rufus, intimidated by Raymond's power, didn't dare to fight back.
He could only take the punch.
Rufus was knocked to the ground, teeth mixed with blood falling out.
Raymond was about to hit him again when Alvin quickly stopped him. "Mr. Howard, calm down! Hitting people won't solve anything. Let's hear what Mr. Chapman has to say!"
Raymond gradually calmed down, forcibly suppressing his inner irritation and anger.
"Mr. Chapman, please get up. Mr. Howard didn't mean it, don't take it to heart." Alvin helped the fallen Rufus.
Rufus, with his mouth full of blood and holding one side of his face, respectfully said to Raymond: "Mr. Howard, please calm down. We didn't expect Mrs. Howard is to have such a result either. That's why I said earlier, let's wait for the report and hope it's a misdiagnosis. But according to our hospital's judgment, this is not a misdiagnosis."
"The patient is indeed in the late stage of liver cancer. Even if you beat me to death, I can't lie to you, right? We are responsible for the patient, so we can't hide the truth from you."
Alvin was silent for a moment, then looked at Raymond and said in a deep voice. "Mr. Howard, I supervised the making of this report in the testing department. No one tampered with it. Its authenticity is guaranteed."
Hearing this, Raymond's face darkened inch by inch.
This result hadn't been tampered with. So the previous results had been tampered with!
Raymond looked at Alvin, then at Rufus. "You better not be lying to me. You know the consequences of lying to me!"
"If Mr. Howard doesn't believe it, you can get several other hospitals to consult. The truth will come out naturally," Rufus suggested.
"How is Margaret's condition now?"
"The patient hasn't woken up yet, but the bleeding has stopped. I suggest the patient be hospitalized for observation and not be moved."
"How long can she live?" Raymond's voice was very deep, very deep.
Rufus hesitated, wanting to speak but not daring to.
Alvin said, "Mr. Howard asked you a question. You need to answer truthfully. Mr. Howard hates being deceived."
"She could die at any moment," Rufus finally answered, bracing himself.
After Rufus left, Raymond asked Alvin to buy cigarettes and a lighter.
At the end of the corridor, Raymond smoked one cigarette after another.
The smoke made Raymond cough, and tears almost came out.
Today's cigarettes were very harsh to smoke.
His long fingers holding the cigarette were trembling.
He no longer had the usual leisure of smoking.
After smoking half a pack, he watched the sky outside the window turn from gloomy to dark.
The cold wind whipped across his cheeks, sweeping up the snow outside, and the snowstorm grew stronger.
The wind also blew out the cigarette at his fingertips.
Raymond threw away the cigarette.
Then he waited for the wind to blow away the smell of smoke on him before going to see Margaret.
Because he knew, Margaret didn't like him smoking. She thought smoking was bad for his health. During their relationship, he didn't smoke.
He really started liking cigarettes after he acquired the Hughes Group, forced her to divorce, and moved out of the Hughes Manor.
Whenever he had free time, Raymond would unconsciously think of Margaret, her bright smile, everything about her.
But he no longer had any reason to deceive himself. Every night, he spent in nightmares, dreaming of his parents' tragic deaths, dreaming of Sandra crying and cursing him, entangled with Margaret, forgetting her dying wish for him to avenge her.
So he forced himself to move, forced himself to be ruthless to Margaret, but while he tortured her, he wasn't doing any better.
He chose high-intensity work to numb and fill himself.
So he wouldn't think of Margaret, wouldn't feel sorry for her. The Hughes Group indeed grew larger under his leadership, expanding tenfold compared to when Marlon was in charge. But he wasn't happy at all.
Inside the ward, when Raymond pushed the door, he was scared for the first time, and hesitated.
'Has Margaret woken up? Will she argue with me again if she sees me? Will she speak harshly to me again?' He thought.
If it were before, he would have just gone in to see her.
But now, he was a bit at a loss.
After hesitating for a while, Raymond still pushed the door open, walking in.
Because he cared about her, missed her, even if it meant risking her cursing him, he had to see her.
Margaret on the hospital bed had tubes in her mouth and nose. Various machines were operating.
Her body was covered in a tangle of wires, impossible to untangle, much like their relationship.
With her eyes closed and her face as pale as a sheet of paper, Margaret appeared calm and obedient, reminiscent of a sleeping kitten.
She must have been having a nightmare. Margaret suddenly frowned, her fingers trembled, and the white quilt on her body slipped off a bit.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she were saying something.
Raymond walked over, bent down, and pulled the white quilt back to its original position.
His hand was suddenly grabbed by hers. Her hand was so cold.
Raymond looked up in shock, glancing at the closed-eyed Margaret.
She was still mumbling something.
Raymond thought she wanted to talk to him, so he bent down, putting his ear close to her mouth and nose.
She was wearing a respirator, her voice very light. But her emotions were very intense.
To hear clearly, Raymond's ear was very close to her.
"Little... little mute... run... run fast."
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