Chapter 332: I Am Not Worthy to Collect Your Corpse, Then Who Is?
Raymond spun around, his face twisted with anger as he glared at Margaret. "Margaret, is death the only thing you can talk about?"
"Just drop it," Margaret said, gripping the cold metal rail of the hospital bed. "I've thought it over, and you don't deserve to handle my body. Don't show up in front of me again."
No matter how cold the metal was, it couldn't compare to the coldness in her heart.
"I don't deserve to handle your body? Who does? Daniel?"
"That's none of your business, Mr. Howard," Margaret replied, her tone calm but her words cutting deep, all while maintaining a smile.
Raymond stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
He lit cigarette after cigarette in the hallway.
Rufus approached, noticing Raymond smoking. "Mr. Howard, you've been smoking too much lately. It's bad for your health. Mrs. Howard has cancer; she's not in a good place emotionally. You can't be so confrontational with her. You need to be gentle."
Raymond bit down on his cigarette, his smile bitter.
Hadn't he tried to be gentle?
Margaret was immune to both kindness and harshness. It was as if she was deliberately misunderstanding him.
"If there were a drug that could make you forget all the unhappy things, that would be great," Raymond muttered.
But in the real world, there was no such drug.
This was real life, not a novel where you could find a memory-erasing drug.
Rufus pondered for a moment. "Actually, we do have such an injection at our hospital. One shot, and the patient loses all their memories."
"Will the memories come back?"
"There's a fifty percent chance. But Mr. Raymond Howard, do you really want Mrs. Margaret Howard to forget you?"
Raymond took a drag from his cigarette. Of course, he didn't want Margaret to forget him.
Right now, the priority was finding someone to treat Margaret's illness.
"Is there really no way to treat Margaret's illness?" Raymond changed the subject.
Rufus sighed, hesitating before he spoke. "Mr. Howard, if it's us ordinary doctors, then yes, it's hopeless. But there's someone you could try."
Raymond looked at Rufus.
"Dr. David Jones. He's won every honor in the medical field. He once took on a patient with terminal cancer, even worse than Mrs. Howard's condition. The hospital had already issued a death notice, but Dr. Jones managed to pull the patient back from the brink with a single surgery. He became famous overnight, but he's retired now and doesn't easily take on patients."
Raymond had heard of David.
David had been a prodigy since childhood, highly accomplished in the medical field.
He had an only son, Eli Jones, who founded The Jones Group, a large-scale trading company.
Eli had collaborated with The Hughes Group before.
"With your connections, Mr. Howard, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Take good care of Margaret. Report any changes immediately."
Raymond stubbed out his cigarette and tossed it into the trash.
He made a call and had Alvin drive him back to Silverbrook to find David for treatment.
As Alvin drove, Raymond explained his intentions to Eli on WhatsApp.
Eli said he would check with David and get back to him.
The snow was falling harder and harder.
Hubert was driving with his left hand because Raymond had dislocated his right arm.
His face was covered in blood.
It was a terrifying sight.
The road was steep and slippery.
The car wheels kept skidding, and it looked like the car was about to slide into the bushes on the roadside slope.
Hubert tried to brake, but the brakes had failed!
The car crashed through the bushes, rolling over and over.
Finally, a tree branch pierced through the car window.
Blood began to spread, blurring the view.
Hubert's mind was filled with Sarah's sweet laughter: "Drive the car I gave you, and it'll be like I'm with you. Hubert, when you come back, I'll marry you!"
This viper had planned for him to never return.
Everpeak Mountain City, hospital room.
The floor had been cleaned, but Margaret still felt the air was thick with the smell of blood.
She couldn't help but feel nauseous.
She rushed to the bathroom, dry heaving and vomiting.
It was laughable. Her baby had turned into a monster, and she was still experiencing morning sickness.
A metallic taste filled her throat.
Margaret opened her mouth, and a mouthful of blood splattered onto the sink.
The bright red blood stained the sink.
She turned on the faucet, washing the blood away.
After splashing her face with cold water, she walked out of the bathroom.
A loud rumble echoed.
It was morning, but the sky was dark and ominous, like night.
A flash of lightning, followed by thunder, exploded in the sky.
It wasn't snowing anymore; it was pouring rain, with lightning and thunder.
Margaret felt a heavy weight in her chest.
She turned at the sound of her phone ringing on the bed.
Margaret picked it up, seeing an unknown number.
She answered.
"Is this Ms. Hughes?" a businesslike woman's voice asked.
"Yes, it is. Who's calling?"
"I'm from the Municipal Office. About a month ago, you and your husband filed for divorce here. Do you remember?"
"Yes."
"The cooling-off period for the divorce is over. If you still want to proceed, you can come in tomorrow. It's valid for a month. If you don't want to divorce, you can ignore this."
"I understand."
Margaret hung up, staring blankly at the pouring rain outside.
A month had passed so quickly.
The cooling-off period was over.
When she was diagnosed, the doctor said she had only a month to live. She thought she wouldn't make it to the end of the cooling-off period, but it was over.
And she was still alive.
It was a miracle.
Good. Once the divorce was finalized, she could leave this world in peace.
In Hubert's bedroom.
Sarah lay on the large bed, wearing an expensive silk robe, sleeping soundly.
She hadn't left last night, excited that the villa would soon be hers alone. She had celebrated by drinking two bottles of red wine.
So she was still asleep.
Sarah had a beautiful dream. In it, Hubert's brakes failed, his car flipped, and he died.
She dreamed of Margaret dying in the snow, her blood staining the ground.
She dreamed of a grand wedding with Raymond, smiling in a pile of money.
It was such a beautiful dream, she didn't want to wake up, her lips curling into a smile.
Suddenly, she was drenched in cold water.
Sarah woke up, furious. "Who did that? Who dares to splash me?"
When she opened her eyes, full of anger, she was shocked. "Hubert? Are you a man or a ghost?"
Hubert was wearing the suit he had left in last night, his glasses cracked.
Blood streamed down his forehead, strong arms, and fingers.
His face was expressionless, covered in blood, some dry, some wet. He stepped closer to Sarah, a smile playing on his lips. "Sarah, do you want me to be a man or a ghost?"
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