Chapter 345 Raymond Says He Is Only Widowed
If this had happened before, Margaret would have rushed to explain herself.
Everything could be misunderstood.
But her feelings for Raymond—she wouldn't let him misunderstand those.
Now, though, Margaret felt it didn't matter if she was misunderstood.
There was no going back. Even if the misunderstanding was cleared up, there was no going back.
So why bother explaining?
"As long as you understand. Can we get divorced now?"
Margaret had taken her painkillers, and her body no longer hurt. She smiled, her lips curling.
She had a beautiful smile.
Even though her face was pale, her features were delicate, and she had an elegant demeanor.
Even as thin as a skeleton, her beauty was undiminished.
Raymond had always hoped to see her smile, but now that she was smiling, he couldn't feel happy.
Seeing him angry seemed to satisfy her, bringing out a long-lost smile.
Margaret clearly saw the anger in Raymond's eyes, slowly building up: "Since you won't listen to reason, I have nothing more to say. If you want to die, then go ahead and die. When you're dead, I'll come to collect your body."
"Raymond..." Margaret knew he was this kind of person, but his words still hurt her.
Her eyes reddened instantly.
Raymond pressed his lips together, deliberately avoiding her tear-filled eyes: "Give up on that idea. I'll only be a widower, never divorced."
Margaret's heart felt like it was being fried in oil.
Or like it was being scorched under the blazing sun.
The pain was suffocating.
So that's how it is. As expected, only as a widower.
Only as a widower, Margaret, do you understand now?
He still wants you dead, still wishes you would die sooner.
Before leaving, Raymond said, "If you're hungry, call Alvin. He can get you whatever you want."
Then Raymond left.
The hospital room door closed.
Margaret sat on the bed, smiling through tears.
Only as a widower, so why bother eating?
Why say such empty words?
Margaret had thought that once he knew about her illness, he would regret it and treat her kindly.
How laughable. A man like Raymond had no heart.
How could he care about her health?
If he cared, things wouldn't be like this.
Margaret covered her mouth.
Desperate tears streamed down her face.
Her once numb heart was now enveloped in sorrow.
She hugged her frail body, tears falling on her sleeves, blooming into flowers of despair.
Her eyes stung and swelled, her throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, unbearably uncomfortable.
But it wasn't just Margaret who was suffering.
Raymond left the hospital room and went to find the nurse to re-bandage his hand.
The nurse saw his bandages were torn, his palm covered in new and old wounds, looking terrifying.
The bones were clearly visible.
As she applied medicine, the nurse complained, "Mr. Howard, were you in a fight? I have to bandage you several times a day. Your hand is seriously injured; you can't keep messing around like this. Be careful, or your hand will be crippled."
Raymond looked at her deeply.
Her face turned red, and she added softly, "But even as a cripple, Mr. Howard, you'd be the most handsome one."
"Mr. Howard, Ms. Hughes is a patient. You need to be gentle with her. Don't argue with her; her body can't handle it," the nurse reminded him. "By the way, Mr. Howard, did she take her painkillers?"
"Yeah, she did."
"Mr. Howard always knows what to do."
After bandaging his hand, Raymond called Alvin: "Stay with Margaret. I'm heading back to the hotel to change."
"Mr. Howard, you should rest for a few days. You haven't slept in days. You have dark circles under your eyes," Alvin said, concerned.
Raymond didn't respond and turned to the elevator.
Back at the hotel, Raymond, still unwilling to give up, called Eli.
Eli, understanding his intention, sounded apologetic: "Mr. Howard, it's not that I don't want to help. My father is just too stubborn. He won't listen to us."
"Is there no other way to persuade Mr. Jones?" Raymond's grip on the phone tightened.
Eli laughed, "There is one person."
"Who?"
"Daniel. My father treats him like a grandson. He'll listen to Daniel."
Daniel.
Raymond sneered. He knew Daniel could help.
But Daniel wanted to take advantage of the situation to get Margaret.
How could he agree to that?
He couldn't.
"Did Daniel introduce the patient Mr. Jones is treating?" Raymond asked.
"Yeah."
Raymond snorted. He understood. Daniel had already secured David's treatment for Margaret.
But he wanted to use this opportunity to force a divorce.
"However, Daniel's patient is in a complicated situation. It's also late-stage cancer. My father is willing to see them, but the patient hasn't shown up yet. They need a liver transplant, and Daniel hasn't found a suitable donor."
"My father is also looking, but hasn't found a match yet. They need a match and a willing donor. It's a complicated situation," Eli sighed.
Raymond didn't speak. So Margaret's liver donor hadn't been found yet.
"Look at me, telling you all this, Mr. Howard. These are unrelated matters. My father can't take on another patient right now. You should find someone else to avoid delaying treatment."
Raymond took a shower. He had been at the hospital for days without a chance to clean up.
He must have been filthy. After the shower, he shaved.
Raymond wiped the steam off the mirror and saw the dark circles under his eyes.
The consequence of too many sleepless nights.
He wanted to ask about Margaret's liver match. Despite her anger, he wouldn't abandon her.
While blow-drying his hair, Raymond felt a sudden warmth under his nose.
He wiped it with the back of his hand—bright red blood.
Another nosebleed.
It had happened several times.
Probably from the stress and lack of rest, plus Margaret's anger.
How ridiculous, being so angry he got a nosebleed.
His hair dry, he put on a black shirt, rolling the sleeves to his elbows.
He tied his tie in the mirror. Margaret used to do it for him.
After their separation, he had to do it himself.
Alvin's call came in.
Raymond answered.
"Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard is in trouble. Come to the hospital quickly," Alvin sounded urgent.
Raymond frowned, "What happened?"
"Mrs. Howard must not have eaten. She fainted. She's awake now, but her vitals are weak. She's outside the operating room and won't go in until she sees you! Mr. Howard, hurry! Mrs. Howard is in critical condition!"
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