Chapter 343: Don't You Feel Pain?
Margaret was momentarily stunned by his words.
It took her back to the time he brought a huge bag of medicine for their child, speaking in that same bossy tone.
He had said, "Margaret, take your medicine," never asking, "Margaret, do you want to take your medicine?" or "If you don't want to, we won't."
Raymond was always so overbearing, so arrogant, always doing what he thought was best.
Raymond was still the same Raymond, selfish and egotistical.
Margaret frowned, clutching her side.
Blood welled up from her throat, filling her mouth with a metallic taste.
"Take it."
Raymond's hand extended in front of her.
Margaret forced herself to swallow the blood in her mouth.
She impatiently swatted his hand away.
The painkillers in Raymond's palm scattered to the floor, some landing near his polished shoes, others falling into the trash can.
Margaret didn't want this. Even on her deathbed, she couldn't decide whether to take the medicine. How pathetic was that?
She wanted to reclaim herself.
Raymond's patience, already thin, snapped like the scattered pills. He forcefully wrapped an arm around her waist.
He paused, realizing how much weight she had lost under the oversized hospital gown.
Margaret struggled, her fists pounding on his body, her face, even biting his hand.
But Raymond didn't let go. His face grew darker, his features more rigid, as he placed her back on the bed.
One hand pinned her arms down, preventing her from moving.
The other hand fumbled with the blister pack of painkillers.
"Get away! Get away!" Margaret's fingers clawed and flailed.
The hand holding her down was the one Raymond had injured while saving her, the one that had been cut to the bone.
Margaret, like a madwoman, tore at the bandages on his hand.
It was as if she was venting her pain through this act, or perhaps blaming him for Marlon's death, refusing to let him off the hook.
The bandages were shredded.
Bright red blood seeped through the white fabric.
Margaret's long nails dug into Raymond's broad, wounded palm, making him grunt in pain.
But even so, his hand held her down like an iron wall.
She couldn't get up, forced to lie on the bed.
Raymond's other hand, holding the painkillers, moved toward her mouth.
Margaret knocked them away again.
The small pills, like corn kernels, pelted Raymond's face.
It stung.
Raymond's anger flared. He glared at the woman on the bed. "Are you crazy? What are you doing? Haven't you had enough? You've been at this all day. When will it end?"
"Raymond, you gave me two choices. Now I'm telling you mine. I'd rather die than be tormented by you, living a miserable life!" Margaret cried out.
Raymond trembled with rage.
Margaret had a knack for infuriating him.
When had he ever tormented her?
Ungrateful, utterly ungrateful.
He was making her take the medicine for her own good.
She had even torn up his hand. She was a lunatic.
Driven mad by Daniel, beyond help!
"You and Daniel are in this together, aren't you?" Raymond's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched.
They had to be conspiring.
Daniel liked Margaret.
Margaret wanted a divorce.
It couldn't be a coincidence.
Margaret didn't understand what he was saying, something about conspiring.
She thought he was slandering Daniel.
She was used to it.
"Yeah, I conspired with him!" Margaret didn't bother to explain.
Raymond's eyes burned with more anger. "You don't have many days left. Is a divorce that important? Can't you just rest and save your energy to get better?"
"More than getting better, more than living, I want to be rid of you! Raymond, the thought of dying and being buried with your family, as your wife, makes me want to die with my eyes open! I can't even die in peace!" Margaret's eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking. "So before I die, I want nothing to do with you!"
"Being my wife is worse than dying?"
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Margaret, do you think I can't find another woman besides you? Who gave you the nerve to treat me like this?"
"Then please, divorce me! Go marry the one you love! I know you don't love me! You love Sarah! She's been waiting for you! Raymond, you even took wedding photos with her, just one step away!" Margaret cried, then laughed.
Raymond's eyes bore into Margaret's, searching for signs of jealousy.
But he found none.
Margaret was genuinely relieved, truly hating him.
He couldn't understand why she hated him so much, how her heart could hold so many men.
His heart was so small, it could only hold Margaret.
Raymond's chest ached with anger.
He turned his gaze away, his face cold.
He opened the painkiller box again.
"Stop wasting your time! I won't take it! It's the same as before, either divorce me or watch me die!" Margaret sneered.
Her sneer mocked his self-delusion.
Raymond continued to pop the painkillers out of the blister pack.
In the past, when he gave her medicine, she would be so happy, her eyes full of love, offering him a kiss.
But the past was gone, never to return.
No matter how much he missed it, it was gone.
The painkillers filled his palm again. This time, he didn't offer them to Margaret. He looked at her darkly. "Margaret, I'm asking you one last time, will you take the medicine?"
"No! No! I said no! Raymond, you're so annoying! You say you love me, but you won't grant my last wish! Is that love? You just want to torment me, to get revenge! Raymond, you're a hypocrite!"
"You drove my parents to their deaths! Made me an orphan! Where's your conscience? Doesn't it hurt? Do you have nightmares? Do my parents visit you? When I die, my ghost will haunt you! Raymond, I won't let you live in peace! You and Sarah, I'll haunt you both, forever!"
Margaret's fists pounded on Raymond's body again.
The pain in his heart was worse than the physical pain. He stared at Margaret, gritting his teeth. "So you really won't take the medicine?"
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