Chapter 335: Will You Undress Yourself, or Should I Help You?
Raymond was a smart guy, and the butler's words made it clear that pushing further would be a bad idea.
Knowing when to back off was an unspoken rule among adults.
The butler personally escorted Raymond and Alvin to the door, his attitude warm and polite, but he kept his mouth shut, revealing nothing important.
Back in the Maserati, Raymond rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and took a drag.
He was frustrated, really frustrated. This was the first time he had encountered someone who didn't show him respect.
"Mr. Howard, what should we do now?" Alvin asked tentatively.
Raymond was about to respond when his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and froze for half a second.
It was Margaret calling.
Margaret, who had told him yesterday to never show his face again, saying he wasn't even worthy of handling her remains—why was she calling now?
Alvin noticed Raymond's stunned expression. "Mr. Howard, it's Mrs. Howard calling. Why aren't you answering?"
The wind outside blew the ash from Raymond's cigarette, burning his skin slightly.
Snapping back to reality, he saw the phone vibrating and ringing insistently.
Right, this was Margaret calling him. How could he not answer? What if she got angry because he was late?
Raymond swiped to answer and put the phone to his ear. "Margaret."
Hearing the voice of the woman he loved made him incredibly happy and excited inside, but he kept his tone calm and steady. Raymond was used to not showing his emotions.
"Raymond, where are you?"
"What's up?"
"I want to see you. I have something to discuss." The cooling-off period for their divorce was over, and they needed to talk in person about when to go to the Municipal Office.
Hearing her say, "Raymond, I want to see you," made his numb heart warm up instantly.
The frustration from being turned away by David vanished.
He even felt like the old Margaret was back.
Yes, Margaret loved him so much. How could she really want a divorce just because Marlon died? She was just throwing a tantrum.
Margaret hadn't changed, not at all.
At that moment, Raymond felt like a desperate traveler in the desert who had found a sweet water source.
Hope appeared, the hope of returning to the way things were. He just needed David to treat her illness, and she would be moved, get better, and come back to him.
"Raymond, are you listening? Why aren't you saying anything?" Margaret's voice grew impatient, thinking he was ignoring her.
Raymond's grip on the phone softened. "I'm handling some business in Silverbrook. I'll be back soon. Margaret, I have something to tell you too."
Your illness might be curable.
"Let's talk then. Bye."
Margaret hung up, her tone indifferent.
But Raymond wasn't angry at all. In fact, he felt relieved and happy.
Because Margaret had just said she wanted to see him. She used to say that every day when they were dating.
Now, it had become a luxury.
"Mr. Howard?" Alvin noticed the smile on Raymond's face and knew his mood had improved.
Raymond's expression turned cold again. "What were you saying?"
"I was asking if we should head back now or—"
"Let's wait a bit longer."
"Mr. Howard, do you suspect Mr. Jones isn't really sick?"
"I won't leave until I convince Mr. Jones to help. This needs to be done quickly because while I can wait, Margaret can't."
Her health was deteriorating day by day, and although medication was helping, it wasn't a permanent solution.
David had to treat Margaret.
At five in the afternoon, Alvin exclaimed, "Mr. Howard, look! Mr. Jones is coming out! He doesn't look like someone who can't get out of bed. And that man he's with looks familiar!"
Raymond looked up.
David and the old butler were seeing off a man in a baseball cap and green hoodie, dressed casually.
The man was tall and lean, wearing sneakers.
A black motorcycle was parked nearby.
Raymond recognized the back immediately. "Daniel?!"
"No way, Daniel's just an illegitimate child. How could he be a guest of Mr. Jones? It can't be him!"
Raymond agreed. An illegitimate child with no power or status couldn't possibly be entertained by David.
And they seemed to be getting along well, like old friends.
David and the butler returned to the villa.
The man got on the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and sped off, leaving a trail of smoke.
"Follow him!" Raymond ordered.
He would soon find out if it was Daniel.
At Silverbrook Hospital, Sarah was recovering in her hospital bed after an abortion, still under anesthesia.
She had planned to pin the pregnancy on Raymond to drive a wedge between him and Margaret, hoping to break Margaret's spirit.
She felt Margaret was taking too long to die and wanted to speed things up.
But Hubert had interfered.
Lost in thought, she felt a large hand on her face. "Does it hurt?"
She looked up to see Hubert, with his thick glasses and fleshy lips, standing by her bed.
His sudden appearance scared her, making her break out in a cold sweat.
"How did you get in here?"
"This is my turf. Do I need to report to you?"
"..." Sarah's words were cut off as his lips pressed against hers.
His hand slipped under her hospital gown, groping her.
Sarah felt disgusted and grabbed his hand. "An abortion is hard on the body. Can we wait a while before having sex? Hubert."
No sooner had she spoken than Hubert slapped her, causing her head to hit the wall, tears streaming down her face from the pain.
Hubert grabbed her throat. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you're still the Sarah I used to cherish?"
"I..." Sarah cried in pain.
Hubert pulled her close, a sinister smile on his face. "I'm keeping you around to deal with Raymond. Do you think I still like you and want to marry you? Haven't you had enough slaps? A couple more and you'll behave. Are you going to undress yourself, or should I do it for you?"
"I'll... I'll do it myself..." Sarah choked back her tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
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