Chapter 327 Seeing You Makes Me Uncomfortable
They were enemies, with their parents' lives standing between them.
Even if all the obstacles between them were gone, they still couldn't go back to the way things were.
So it was normal for Raymond to treat her like this.
Her shoulder was gripped tightly by him, because he was quite strong.
Her body hurt from the shaking, and he was infuriated by Margaret's silence. "Speak!"
"Yes, the man in my heart is the mute boy. I only met him once, even if I've forgotten his face, I still remember his silhouette. Even if he died of illness, I still can't forget him." Margaret's throat felt sore.
She thought she had gotten used to Raymond not trusting her. But when actually facing it, Margaret still felt pain, still felt sad, still cared.
Raymond pressed harder on Margaret's shoulder as his eyes suddenly turned red, and he looked at her for a long time.
"So you pursued me because I looked like the mute boy. You used me as a substitute?" His gloomy gaze locked onto her face.
Margaret pressed her lips together, staring straight at the furious Raymond in front of her.
He was the only person Margaret had ever loved in this life, and it was love at first sight. Somehow, she fell in love with him at first glance.
The more Margaret wanted to resist, the more she loved him.
"Speak!" Raymond demanded, as if the answer was very important to him."
Margaret sneered, thinking there was no need to say.
Nothing would change, nothing would go back to the way it was, she was already a dying person, and he already had Sarah.
The funny thing was, she couldn't understand Raymond. She was about to die as he wished, yet he still looked at her with such a hurt expression, making her feel like she had wronged him.
The phone suddenly rang, interrupting the tense atmosphere and bringing Raymond back to reality.
He let go of Margaret's shoulder and took out his phone.
Seeing the caller, Raymond frowned.
Margaret unintentionally glanced at it, the caller ID was Sarah.
Raymond irritably hung up Sarah's call.
"Margaret, tell me, when you pursued me, wanted to marry me, liked me, was it all because you used me as a substitute?" Raymond was still hung up on this question.
Margaret looked at him tiredly. "Does it matter?"
"Doesn't it matter?"
"I don't think it matters anymore, Raymond. For someone who is about to die, it doesn't matter." Margaret spoke the truth.
If it were before, being misunderstood by him, she would have rushed to explain, but now she wouldn't.
Her life was already short, she could collapse at any moment, and she didn't want to waste time on unimportant people and things.
"Do you want to drag this out with me over this question? Margaret, if you don't answer directly, I'll wait here until you do." Raymond was extremely stubborn."
He couldn't accept that Margaret's love for him was because he was a substitute for a dead person.
He wanted Margaret to have eyes and heart only for him, not the current Margaret.
Margaret was so annoyed by his questioning that she smiled and said, "That's right."
As soon as she spoke, she caught the disappointment and mockery in Raymond's eyes.
He took a few steps back, as if he couldn't accept the blow.
"But I realized, a substitute is just a substitute. No matter how much you resemble him, you're not him. So, I want to go find him. I've said what I needed to say, Raymond, can you leave now? Seeing you makes me uncomfortable." Margaret continued to mock him.
Raymond's hand at his side clenched into a fist.
So, no matter how much he resembled, he wasn't that dead mute boy.
'Is this the Margaret who once loved him? Is this the wife I cherish the most, saying these words?' He thought.
The phone rang again, and Raymond took it out again.
Margaret glanced at it again, seeing it was still Sarah calling.
"Go outside to take the call! Don't disturb me!" Margaret ordered with disgust.
Raymond gripped the phone tightly, his gaze as cold as a knife. "If you don't want me to take it, I can also not take it."
"If taking the call means you'll leave and not bother me, I'd rather you take it!" Margaret sneered.
Raymond couldn't hold it in anymore, his rationality instantly collapsed.
So Margaret was this magnanimous now.
How much did she hate him, but he had just saved her life, hadn't he?
Raymond's eyes turned even redder, and he sneered. "As you wish, I'll take it."
Then he answered the call in front of Margaret and walked out of the ward. "Sarah."
Although his voice was so gentle, Margaret found it extremely grating to her ears.
Raymond used to be this gentle to her too. She had told him before, that he couldn't be like that to other women, she would get jealous, and she would get angry.
He had promised, but he didn't keep it.
Margaret slowly returned to the bed and sat on the edge.
She had promised herself not to be sad anymore, but she still couldn't do it.
Margaret lowered her eyelids and saw her fingers, pale as death.
Her nose felt sore and bitter. Hot tears welled up in her eyes and fell on the back of her hand.
Clearly, it was warm liquid, but she felt a bone-chilling cold all over.
She hoped to die soon, so she could go to heaven to find her parents and reunite with her family.
Life on earth was too bitter, she didn't want to come back in the next life.
As soon as he walked out of the ward, Raymond slammed the door loudly.
Raymond held the phone in one hand.
The nurse at the station was an intern and didn't recognize Raymond. She quickly ran over and kindly reminded him, "Mr. Howard, your wife is in the late stages of cancer. You should close the door gently and not disturb her rest."
"Sorry, I understand." Raymond calmed down and didn't even look at her.
As soon as the nurse left, Raymond heard Sarah exclaim on the phone. "Raymond, did I hear that right? Margaret is in the late stages of cancer. That's terrible. When did this happen? How did it come on so suddenly? Have you had the doctor check again, could it be a misdiagnosis?"
"Are you done talking?" Raymond said irritably.
Sarah cautiously probed on the phone. "Raymond, I'm concerned about Margaret. How did she get cancer? Have you confirmed it? After all, we used to be best friends. I never thought she would get a terminal illness. Is there anything I can do to help?"
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