Chapter 348: Like a Wounded Beast, Staring at Her in Despair
Raymond had smoked half a pack of cigarettes before calling Daniel.
Daniel picked up quickly, his voice calm and unperturbed. "Raymond, what's up? Didn't expect to hear from you."
"Daniel, you love Margaret, right?" Raymond asked, leaning against the fire hydrant in the hospital hallway, staring out the window.
Outside, the snowflakes were falling thick and fast, carried by the cold wind. They brushed against Raymond's face and settled on the shoulders of his black suit. His voice was hoarse, probably from smoking too much.
Daniel didn't answer directly, instead he deflected, "Why do you care?"
"I hope you really love her and want to be with her, not just to compete with me," Raymond murmured.
Daniel paused on the other end of the line. "What are you getting at?"
"Last time, you said you could convince Mr. Jones to help, as long as I let Margaret go."
"Yeah, I remember."
"Well, I'm telling you now, I'm willing to let her go. Our divorce cooling-off period is over, and we'll be officially divorced soon. I'll send you a list of Margaret's preferences later."
"That's not necessary."
"It's my way of showing sincerity. Treat her well. Don't make her cry again."
"I can convince Mr. Jones, but I haven't been able to find a matching liver."
"I'll handle that. Just make sure Mr. Jones comes for the consultation. Margaret can't wait any longer."
"Raymond, Margaret's liver is completely damaged. Are you planning to donate yours? Removing your entire liver could kill you. Seems like you don't hate her that much after all. If you're willing to give her your life, why didn't you treat her better before?"
Daniel's questions came one after another, leaving Raymond speechless. He didn't know how to answer. The grievances and complexities between him and Margaret couldn't be explained in a few words.
Raymond took a deep breath as the wind blew harder. "You don't need to know all that. Just know that I'll be watching you. If you mistreat her, I'll make you pay."
"Margaret may be divorced, but she deserves everything any other woman would. Convince your father, Mr. Taylor, too. I don't want my woman to be targeted by your family when she joins the Taylor family."
"Don't think you can bully her just because she's an orphan and the Hughes family is gone. Margaret isn't alone; she has me. I'll personally see her off and hand her over to you. So you don't need to sneak around."
Raymond spoke with difficulty.
Daniel sneered, "Raymond, if you knew this would happen, why did you act the way you did? Saying all this now doesn't change the fact that you lost to me. I'll contact Mr. Jones soon. Wait for my call."
After hanging up, Raymond felt drained. The snow outside was falling even harder. This year's snow came faster than usual; it was already spring, the season of blooming flowers, yet there was no sign of spring.
He thought, with Daniel's help, Margaret could be saved. It was time for this storm to end.
Raymond coughed repeatedly, the wind making it worse. He clenched his fist against his lips.
Alvin approached and draped a black coat over Raymond's shoulders. "Mr. Howard, don't worry. Mrs. Margaret Howard will get better. You both will."
Will they really get better? Maybe. But their relationship and marriage would never recover.
Under Alvin's urging, Raymond ate a little. Then he moved a chair next to Margaret's hospital bed and sat there, keeping watch.
Margaret was wearing a breathing mask, surrounded by various machines. Raymond crossed his arms, resting his chin on his hand.
He probably wouldn't have many more chances to watch her like this. Each time he saw her, it would be one less time.
Once she recovered, it would have nothing to do with him. Even if she didn't recover, she'd wake up and continue to confront him.
It was both laughable and sad that they had come to this point.
Raymond found himself longing for the days before Marlon's death. Back then, even though she was reluctant, she stayed with him, shared a bed, and worked as a cleaner at the Hughes Group. She was generally obedient and followed his lead.
If Marlon hadn't died, they wouldn't be where they were now.
But no matter how unwilling or reluctant he was, he couldn't just watch the woman he loved die in front of him.
Margaret was like a flower. Rather than letting her wither in his arms, it was better to let her bloom with Daniel. Even if her blooming had nothing to do with him anymore.
It was okay. His liver would be inside her, merging with her flesh and blood, accompanying her happiness and smiles. That was enough.
Thinking this, Raymond felt a bit of relief.
Margaret opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy, like she had been dreaming for a long time. She thought she was in the afterlife, but after looking around, she realized she was in a hospital room, with Raymond sitting beside her.
Her previously relaxed brows furrowed again.
Raymond was hurt by her small gesture, as if his heart had been slashed, bleeding profusely.
Margaret suddenly raised her hand, trying to remove the breathing mask.
Raymond panicked and quickly stood up, pressing her hand down. Her hand was cold, colder than he had imagined.
He held her hand tightly, keeping it in his palm. "You just got through the rescue. Are you trying to make things worse? Aren't you tired?"
Margaret spoke softly, her voice barely audible, like she was saying something. Her hand resisted in his palm, trying to shake off his grip.
He held on tighter, leaning closer to hear her struggle to say, "Divorce..."
The word hit him like a hammer, smashing his heavy, loving heart into pieces.
His eyes narrowed, divorce. She just got through the rescue, and she was already asking for a divorce. She didn't even want to rest.
Raymond slowly stood up straight, his eyes red, like a wounded beast, staring at her in defeat.
Margaret looked back at him, their gazes clashing in the quiet room. Her eyes were filled with coldness, mockery, and disgust.
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