Chapter 340: The Person Who Loves You the Most Is Me
Margaret lay against the edge of the bed, her hospital gown hanging loosely on her frail body.
She lifted her eyelids, staring at the gray cotton slippers, then shifted her gaze to Raymond's face beside her.
His eyes were filled with hope and anticipation.
Just like hers had been once.
But now, the roles were reversed.
"Raymond, let's get a divorce," Margaret said, her tone flat and her face weary.
Raymond's hopeful expression instantly faded, like stars dimming in the night sky.
His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly.
His muscles tensed.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The silence was deafening.
Margaret, thinking he hadn't heard her, repeated more forcefully, "Raymond, I said, let's get a divorce. Did you hear me?"
Her tone was impatient.
"It's not April Fool's Day. Don't joke about this," Raymond said, frowning slightly.
Margaret grew more irritated. "Do you think I'm joking? Raymond, I'm serious. We filed for divorce a month ago. The cooling-off period is over. When are you free? We need to finalize it."
"Margaret, since I came in, you haven't asked where I went or how I got the injury on my forehead. The fried mushrooms I bought for you were thrown in the trash. I didn't complain, and now you want a divorce?"
"Can't you be considerate? Is this the time to throw a tantrum? Do you not understand your own health situation?"
Raymond's anger flared. "Margaret, don't push me! You treat me like a stand-in for that mute, and I said nothing! Just because I don't speak doesn't mean I don't care! Doesn't mean I don't hurt!"
"If you care, then why not divorce?" Margaret scoffed, her tone mocking.
Clearly, she hadn't taken his words to heart.
"Margaret, do you have to pick a fight with me? Do you have to make me angry?" Raymond laughed bitterly. "Your parents died, and I know you're sad, you're grieving! But my parents died too! I told you, everything you're going through now, I went through ten years ago! We're even!"
"The court cleared my name, what more do you want? Your parents were old, it was bound to happen! I don't understand why you're so upset! Haven't I been supportive? Haven't I been by your side?"
"Or did you and Daniel plan this? He made demands, and now you're pushing for a divorce! We're still married, and you want to leave me? Are you so generous that you need to entangle with every man? Do you enjoy seeing me angry?"
Raymond was furious at the mention of divorce.
Daniel had demanded Margaret in exchange for help.
Now Margaret was eager to divorce him.
If this wasn't a conspiracy, what was?
If he let go, Margaret would run off with Daniel?
Thinking of Daniel, thinking of the mute, thinking of being a stand-in, Raymond's heart was a mix of bitterness, pain, jealousy, anger, and resentment.
Why?
His wife, his wife, had another man in her heart, planning to escape, wanting to kick him out.
The more Raymond thought, the angrier he got. He pressed his hands on Margaret's shoulders, his eyes red, sneering, "Don't even think about it. You're dreaming if you think I'll let you go!"
"Raymond, is this really necessary?" Margaret looked into his angry eyes, feeling a wave of hopelessness. She forced a smile.
Because of him, her parents were dead.
Because of him, she was depressed, had cancer, depression, insomnia—all of it.
Couldn't he grant her this small wish before she died?
Raymond's anger boiled over, his words cutting deep: "You have two choices. Either you get better and stay as my wife, or you fend for yourself and never see the man in your heart again."
Fend for herself.
Never see the man in her heart again.
A wave of bitterness surged from her heart.
Like endless seawater, it drowned her.
Margaret's limbs went cold.
She blinked her dry eyes, as if she didn't recognize Raymond.
She had thought, knowing her condition, he would be kinder, grant her wish, let them both go.
She had thought too much.
The warm man she once knew had turned into this.
What man did she have in her heart?
From beginning to end, the only one she cared about, wanted, was Raymond.
Margaret opened her mouth, wanting to explain.
But she didn't know what to say.
What could she say? Nothing came out.
They were a pair of ill-fated lovers.
Raymond saw her staring blankly, not responding to his warning. He pressed harder on her shoulders, "What are you thinking? Get rid of those thoughts. Get better and stay with me."
Margaret only heard the first part, ignoring the rest.
Her heart was so tired, it was hard to breathe.
Margaret shook off his hands, "Then let's see who can outlast the other."
"You're being unreasonable!" Raymond glared at her.
He turned and slammed the door as he left.
The door echoed loudly.
Margaret's body trembled in fear.
At this moment, she had only one thought: to divorce before she died.
Then she could see her parents. They wanted her to divorce, and she would do it.
Raymond stormed out of the room, his anger having nowhere to go.
He punched the wall.
His bandaged hand bled instantly.
The pain hit him, but he didn't feel it.
A nurse walked by, seeing the blood dripping from his long fingers.
"Are you crazy? Your hand was cut to the bone, it hasn't healed yet. Come on, let me re-bandage it," the nurse exclaimed.
While Raymond was getting bandaged, Alvin arrived with food, seeing Raymond's injury, he frowned, "Mr. Howard, how did you get hurt again?"
Raymond glanced at the takeout in Alvin's hand, "Take the food to Margaret."
"Yes, Mr. Howard," Alvin said, pursing his lips.
Alvin entered the room, placing the bags of takeout in front of Margaret, setting out the utensils, "Mrs. Howard, these are your favorites, Mr. Howard had me buy them. Please eat while they're hot."
Margaret didn't even look, "Take it away."
"Mrs. Howard, did you and Mr. Howard argue again? Mr. Howard really cares about you, he went to Silverbrook for..." Alvin instinctively defended Raymond, wanting to tell her Raymond went to Silverbrook to find treatment for her.
He hoped Margaret would understand Raymond and stop fighting.
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