Chapter 326 I Was in Your Way
Raymond felt even more bitter inside. Outsiders could see that he treated Margaret well, but Margaret couldn't see it.
He pushed open the door to the ward and entered.
The ward was large, with only Margaret as the patient.
She was wearing a loose hospital gown, standing weakly by the window.
She had her back to him, her face pale, increasingly disheveled, like a tangled mess.
It must be from overthinking that she ended up like this.
As she lifted her eyelids, Margaret looked out the window at the particularly heavy snow, which was even more intense than on the day she was kidnapped by Evelyn.
She extended her palm to catch the snowflakes blown by the cold wind, which landed there, cold and chilly, much like her current state of mind.
Her long hair was blown in all directions by the wind.
Eventually, it stuck bit by bit to her cheeks.
Her hair, like a dense, deadly net, trapped her sadness, sorrow, oppression, despair, and helplessness, leaving her unable to escape.
She had just had a dream, a very long dream.
In the dream, she went back to over a decade ago.
At a remote country road on Ironwood Lane, Marlon and Percy had gone to take care of some business.
She was bored and wandered around alone.
She saw a group of youths with dyed hair in various colors, bullying a mute boy, spitting on him, punching and kicking him.
The mute boy lay there in despair, looking at her.
She wanted to go over and push away those bad guys, but she found she was a soul, floating in mid-air.
She couldn't deal with anyone.
So she desperately shouted, reminding the mute boy to run, to fight back.
But the mute boy's eyes held a sadness she couldn't understand, and he just lay there, eventually beaten to death.
She woke up and realized it was just a dream.
She had only seen the mute boy once; she had saved him back then, but he didn't appreciate it and ran away.
She had secretly taken a photo of his back.
But the photo was torn to pieces by Raymond and thrown out the window, long scattered by the wind, never to be found again.
Sarah said that all the money she had given to support the mute boy had been taken by Sarah.
The mute boy was never at Hope Haven Orphanage on Ironwood Lane.
The mute boy had fallen seriously ill and died long ago.
Her dream wasn't wrong; he was dead anyway.
Before dying, she wanted to see the mute boy one last time, but she couldn't.
Heaven was really too cruel to her; those who wanted to die couldn't, and those who wanted to live couldn't find a way to survive no matter how hard they tried.
Thinking of this, Margaret's despair grew even stronger.
She looked at the snow flying all over the sky, the dark and oppressive sky.
The snow fell heavier, blurring Margaret's vision.
'Mute boy, are you doing well in heaven? There should be no one bullying you, no more illness, right?' She thought.
"Don't you know your own health condition? Why are you still letting the wind blow on you?" With a cold voice, a large, bony hand slammed the window shut.
A cold fragrance mixed with the smell of tobacco entered Margaret's nose.
She didn't need to look to know who it was.
She saw the large hand on the window, wrapped in bandages.
This was Evelyn's doing; she had cut his hand with a machete.
A trace of concern flashed in Margaret's eyes, and she almost blurted out to ask if his hand was injured to the bone.
But she held back, thinking Raymond didn't need Margaret's concern.
Maybe he needed it once, but since he no longer needed to pretend, he didn't need it anymore.
He had Sarah; why would he need her concern?
Margaret suddenly thought of Marlon, who had died tragically, falling from the balcony.
Even if Raymond didn't push him, it was all because of him.
If he hadn't been obsessed with revenge, her family wouldn't have been broken; if he had kept his word, she wouldn't be facing the end of her life at such a young age.
The concern in Margaret's eyes instantly disappeared.
Raymond turned her around, and she saw concern in his eyes. "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll have Alvin bring it to you."
She could actually see the concern in Raymond's eyes, how rare.
Margaret stared at him without blinking.
Raymond thought she was angry because he had spoken too harshly.
He softened his tone: "The people who kidnapped you have been caught. You can decide how to deal with them, and I'll follow your wishes."
Margaret sneered. He had done so much, yet she didn't feel moved at all.
"What are you laughing at?" Raymond asked.
"I don't want to eat anything," Margaret said with a tired smile.
Raymond said, "I'll go buy you something to eat. What do you want?"
He was backing down, taking the initiative to make peace with Margaret.
If it were before, Margaret would have sensibly told him what she wanted to eat and let him buy it.
Margaret looked at him and said, "Raymond, just go."
She didn't know what to say to him.
"Given your current health, you can't go back to Silverbrook yet. When you get better, we'll go back. You once said that wherever I am, that's your home. I'll stay with you for treatment." Raymond pressed his lips together. "Margaret, I won't give up on you. There are so many doctors in the world; I don't believe there's no one who can cure you."
Margaret found it ironic and smiled.
If he had said this before Marlon's accident, she would have been moved and cooperated with the treatment because she still had hope and attachments back then.
"No need to go through all that trouble. I stopped caring about life and death a long time ago."
"Just go, Raymond. Staying with me won't make you feel any better. To find your Sarah."
Margaret smiled with relief. "If this is the punishment for loving you, then I accept it."
Raymond felt a lump in his throat.
She was so indifferent, so unconcerned about life and death. She was even pushing him away?
This magnanimous Margaret, this relieved Margaret, this indifferent Margaret, was someone Raymond had never seen before.
Raymond was going crazy. He thought Margaret would curse him, and argue with him.
But now she didn't even want to argue with him.
Raymond grabbed her shoulders, his eyes bloodshot, and demanded, "You want to go to heaven to be with the mute boy? Are you happy about that? Do you think I'm in your way? Hmm?"
Margaret was stunned for half a second, then her nose tingled. Her eyes were uncontrollably filled with tears.
The mute boy, she had only met him once, she had even forgotten what he looked like.
First Daniel, now the mute boy, how little did Raymond trust her? Time and again, he doubted her, even knowing she had terminal cancer and wouldn't live long, he still said such things.
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