Chapter 324 The Consultation Results Are Out
Raymond ignored Alvin.
He just sat in the chair, expressionless, staring intently at Margaret on the hospital bed, with medical equipment attached to her mouth and nose.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Alvin sensibly left the ward, giving Raymond and Margaret some alone time.
Raymond had this kind of personality; the calmer he appeared on the surface, the more upset he was inside.
Raymond heard the ward door gently close and pulled a wry smile.
He knew very well that staying here with her was of no use at all.
In the past, he wouldn't have done such a pointless thing.
But now, he was worried. On one hand, he was concerned about Margaret's health; on the other, he blamed himself for being too busy with work and revenge. He forgot to spend time with her.
When they first got married, Margaret would complain and act spoiled, snuggling in his arms and saying, "Raymond, work is never-ending, but I will get older day by day! Why don't you spend more time with me while I'm still young? We already have enough money to last a lifetime."
At that time, Margaret had no idea about the secrets deep in his heart.
What he wanted was not just enough money; he wanted the Hughes Family to pay the price.
Being with her, after a brief moment of happiness, he would fall into endless guilt, feeling sorry for his deceased parents. So he could only numb himself with intense work, telling himself he was seeking revenge.
Margaret was Marlon's daughter; he couldn't let himself fall for her or soften his heart.
The current Margaret no longer acted spoiled or complained about him not spending time with her. When she saw him, she would curse him, just as he had once done to her.
But she had no idea that he never truly felt that way in his heart. He never really wanted her dead.
When Margaret knelt outside the Hughes Group in the heavy snow, and Sarah brought a bunch of reporters to attack her.
It was he who called the police to help Margaret out.
When she went to Ironwood Lane, saying she wanted to clear Marlon's name, he had Alvin follow her.
If Alvin hadn't brought the police and ambushed near Eldoria, Margaret would have been dead long ago.
He just couldn't express himself with words, but his actions and efforts were invisible to her.
Even if she saw them, what difference would it make? Things were already like this between them.
Raymond tiredly rubbed his head. He waited in the ward until the next day.
In the usual early spring, it should have been getting warmer, with the sun becoming gentle and bright.
But not this year, with endless heavy snow.
Even when the consulting doctors arrived, it was the same.
Margaret was pushed back to the examination room by the medical staff for various tests.
Dozens of doctors crowded the originally spacious ward.
Raymond suddenly felt the ward was very oppressive, the air pressure so low that it made him breathe heavily, so he went to the end of the hallway to smoke.
He opened the window at the end of the hallway, and a gust of cold wind hit his handsome face.
Raymond took out a cigarette, placed it between his thin lips, and clicked the lighter.
The wind was too strong; it took several tries to light it.
White smoke rolled in his lungs before he slowly exhaled it through his mouth and nose.
Raymond coldly watched the snow outside the window.
When Marlon and Nancy died, it was snowing this heavily.
So, Raymond didn't think this heavy snow was a good omen.
The waiting process for the consultation results was extremely torturous and painful.
Raymond smoked one cigarette after another, feeling a bit flustered and scared inside.
He relied on cigarettes to stay calm, constantly reassuring himself that Margaret would be fine.
Margaret was only in her twenties, at the peak of her vitality; how could it be late-stage liver cancer?
Margaret had escaped death several times; she was so lucky.
So, it was just a minor illness.
He waited for a full five hours.
During this time, Raymond had no appetite to eat.
Alvin persuaded him for a long time, and only when he got annoyed did he take a few bites.
The takeout wasn't as good as the meals Margaret cooked.
If possible, he still wanted to eat the meals Margaret made for him regularly.
Margaret's cooking had the taste of home.
He thought he had gotten used to loneliness and didn't need a home anymore.
Especially Margaret, who didn't deserve to be his family or his wife.
But now, he realized that Margaret's place in his heart was far more important than he had imagined.
At five in the afternoon, when Raymond had gone through his twentieth pack of cigarettes, the consultation results finally emerged following a long and torturous wait.
A group of doctors looked at Raymond with complex expressions.
Raymond took the re-diagnosis report from Rufus, the deputy director of the hospital.
He directly scanned the diagnosis result.
His eyes flashed with shock, anger, and despair.
He tore the diagnosis report in his hand into pieces and threw it into the trash can.
The falling paper scraps were like moths with broken wings, beautiful yet helpless.
"How is it still the same result? Do you all think Margaret has liver cancer?" Raymond laughed angrily, glaring at the dozens of doctors.
The doctors looked at each other, not daring to speak.
It was Rufus who cautiously spoke up; he didn't want to get punched by Raymond again. Yesterday, when he diagnosed this result, Raymond punched him so hard that his teeth flew out.
"Mr. Howard, we know this result is hard for you to accept. But the fact is, Mrs. Howard indeed has late-stage liver cancer. And through the examination, she has been taking painkillers for a long time."
Raymond's cold expression softened.
He suddenly remembered Margaret vomiting blood in front of him and then taking a handful of pills in front of him.
But he had given them to Hubert for testing, and they were just vitamin pills.
In court, he had also seen her take those pills.
"She was taking vitamin pills," Raymond still refused to admit, saying.
Another doctor spoke up, "Mr. Howard, with my decades of medical experience, Mrs. Hughes indeed has late-stage liver cancer. And her body is in terrible condition; she could die at any moment."
"We did find a large number of painkillers in Mrs. Howard's body. There were no vitamins."
"Mrs. Howard's body seemed to have improved for a few days, but because she caught a cold and stayed in the water for too long, her body, which was already weak, had the cancer cells spread again. Mr. Howard, please don't be too sad."
"And the child in Mrs. Howard's womb has long been attacked by cancer cells. Her body can't handle a pregnancy; it will only accelerate her death. By the way, the child in her womb has already mutated."
Raymond's throat tightened, "Mutated? What do you mean by mutated?"
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