Chapter 341 Painkillers Fell from Margaret's Palm
Margaret cut in, frowning. "I don't care about any of this."
"Mrs. Howard..."
"Just take it away."
"I'll get you something else, Mrs. Howard. Whatever you want," Alvin said, forcing a smile.
Margaret sighed. Alvin was certainly diligent.
Raymond played the villain, while Alvin played the good guy.
They made quite the pair.
But Alvin was decent to her, and he was just an employee. She didn't want to make things difficult for him. With that thought, she looked up and said honestly, "No need. Whatever you buy, I won't eat it."
"Mrs. Howard, what do you mean? I don't understand."
"As long as Raymond understands, that's enough."
"Ma'am..."
"Tell him that I'll eat when he's ready to divorce me," Margaret said flatly.
Alvin frowned. "But if you keep this up, your body won't be able to take it."
"My body is already falling apart. I'm going to die sooner or later. It doesn't matter. Leave now." Margaret's lips curled into a cold smile.
After Alvin left, he didn't come back.
Margaret felt relieved. No one was bothering her anymore.
In the afternoon, a nurse came in with a tray of medication. She wore a mask and had a pleasant voice. "It's time for your injection and medication."
Margaret guessed the medication was a nutrient solution.
Raymond must have come up with this idea.
The nurse was about to place the tray on the bedside table.
Margaret refused. "No need."
"Ms. Hughes, your condition is very dangerous. You need medication for conservative treatment. Do you understand? This is not the time to be stubborn," the nurse said sternly.
Margaret scoffed. Living was painful. Why should she continue to live?
The nurse reached for her wrist, but Margaret pulled away. "Really, no need. I won't take the medication."
"What are you doing? Did we offend you?"
"You've been great. It's my own issue. From now on, I refuse to take any medication."
"You..."
"This is my fate, and I've accepted it. Please leave. I need to rest," Margaret said calmly, leaning against the white pillow, issuing a dismissal.
The nurse tried to persuade her patiently. "You're playing with your own health."
"If you say so."
Margaret's reckless attitude annoyed the nurse, who angrily picked up the tray and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Margaret felt a sharp pain in her liver.
She clutched her side.
The metallic taste of blood surged in her throat.
Gradually, the pain spread from her liver to other parts of her body, her organs all aching.
Margaret's face turned pale, cold sweat streaming down her cheeks.
It felt like a thousand venomous snakes were tearing at her insides.
Margaret writhed in pain, falling off the bed.
A loud crash.
The nurse, who had reached the door, turned back at the sound.
Seeing Margaret on the floor, she hurried over, setting down the tray and bending to help her. "Are you okay? Is your body hurting?"
"It hurts—so much..." Margaret bit her lip, drawing blood.
Her cracked lips were covered in blood.
Margaret curled up like a helpless kitten.
Vulnerable, suffering, heart-wrenching.
"Where's your medication? The painkillers the doctor prescribed, where are they?" the nurse asked urgently.
Margaret was in too much pain to speak.
The nurse took it upon herself to open the bedside cabinet.
Sure enough, there were several bottles of medication.
All painkillers.
The nurse quickly opened a bottle, following the dosage instructions, and poured out the pills, handing them to Margaret. "Take these. I'll get you some water."
Margaret reached out. The pain was unbearable.
Cancer pain was excruciating.
Stopping medication wasn't easy.
It wasn't easy at all.
Margaret couldn't hold out from the start!
She wanted to take the pills, to ease the pain.
The nurse placed the painkillers in her cold palm. "Take them."
Margaret's mind suddenly echoed Raymond's words.
"Margaret, you're crazy! What are you doing? Is this the time to throw a tantrum?"
"I'll give you two choices: either you take your medication and be my obedient wife, or you fend for yourself and be forever separated from the man in your heart."
Margaret's vision filled with the image of Marlon falling from the balcony.
Like a broken-winged eagle, crashing to the ground, dying with his eyes open.
Coughing up blood, writing something on the ground with it, telling her the safe's password in the study.
It was her birthday.
Then, she saw her mother lying in the snow, holding her hand, gasping for breath, giving her final instructions. "Margaret, your father is dead, and I'm dying too. You're free now. You have money. I left you some money so you can live well. You won't be controlled or tormented by Raymond anymore. Raymond isn't a good husband. Daniel is nice. If you don't dislike him, give him a chance. He's much more reliable than Raymond."
"In my life, I haven't achieved much. But I can pick men. Daniel is good."
Margaret remembered bringing a thermos of soup to Raymond.
He was in Sarah's room.
He was being confessed to, asked for a commitment.
Sarah hooked her arms around his neck, kissing his thin lips, and he didn't push her away.
She recalled asking Raymond: "Raymond, if one day you lose Margaret and can never find her again, will you be sad? Will you cry?"
"Margaret, if you die, I'll set off fireworks at your funeral for days and nights! Wishing you eternal peace!"
"Margaret, I've already prepared your coffin! Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Don't you love pink? I'll use pink flowers for your funeral! Your photo frame will be pink! I'll give you a grand, unparalleled funeral! Making all the women in the world envy you!"
"Margaret, die! Go reunite with your parents!"
"Margaret, Raymond can't wait anymore! You're dying too slowly. He asked me to kill you, haha!" Sarah's taunting voice echoed in her ears.
She remembered Sarah crazily kicking her stomach with her high heels.
Margaret suddenly felt that the physical pain from cancer was nothing compared to the emotional torment.
The mental anguish was the most lethal.
She was so tired, so exhausted.
"What are you hesitating for? Ms. Hughes, take the medication. If you don't, you'll die from the pain," the nurse urged, looking at her strangely.
Margaret's thoughts returned to reality. Strangers cared about her, but Raymond wished for her death, even thinking she was dying too slowly.
Without comparison, there was no harm.
Living in such pain, physically and mentally exhausted, what was the point?
Margaret gave a desolate smile, throwing the painkillers to the ground, laughing as tears streamed down her face.
"Ms. Hughes, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" the nurse exclaimed.
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