Chapter 353: Are You Kidding Me?
Raymond didn't even get a chance to speak.
Margaret cut in quickly, "I've made up my mind."
"And you, sir?" The clerk looked at Raymond.
Raymond hesitated. He didn't want a divorce, but there was no turning back now.
Margaret needed treatment, and he had to let go.
Seeing Raymond's silence, Margaret thought he was having second thoughts. She nudged his arm and said, "Someone's asking you a question. Why aren't you answering? Raymond, are you gonna back out again?"
"And if I do? What can you do about it?" Raymond was annoyed by her eagerness to get divorced.
Was divorce something to be happy about? She acted like she had won the lottery or escaped from misery.
The clerk frowned, "So you haven't decided yet? You should have said so. Go home and think it over before coming back."
Margaret panicked and said to the clerk, "No, no."
"Raymond, you can't go back on your word. You've wasted enough years already, isn't that enough?" Margaret's voice grew more agitated and she looked increasingly distressed.
Her eyes reddened, and she was on the verge of tears. "Raymond, you can't back out. Are you playing with me?"
Raymond found it amusing. He had only made a casual remark, and she was already this upset.
She claimed it had nothing to do with Daniel, but with this reaction, how could it not?
"I was just joking. Look how worked up you are. I've had enough of you." Raymond lied, trying to salvage some dignity.
If he couldn't keep the woman, he could at least keep his pride.
The clerk was confused by their behavior. "Divorce is not a trivial matter. You need to think it over carefully. I can see you both still have feelings for each other. Why not go home and reconsider? Marriage is hard, and if you can avoid divorce, you should."
"No, we really want to get divorced," Margaret insisted.
The clerk frowned, "Once I stamp this, you'll be officially divorced. Are you sure you don't want to think it over?"
"No need. Thank you," Margaret said, a bit irritated.
The clerk turned to Raymond, "And you? Are you sure you want the divorce?"
"Listen to her," Raymond said, expressionless.
The clerk shook his head, "You both clearly have feelings for each other but insist on divorcing. Alright, wait a moment while I process the paperwork."
Margaret felt increasingly bitter.
Did she still have feelings for Raymond?
Maybe once, but now all she felt was exhaustion.
During the few minutes it took to process the divorce papers, Margaret's heart was in her throat.
She feared something might go wrong, or Raymond might get a call and leave.
Fortunately, none of her worries came true.
The paperwork was processed smoothly.
When she received the divorce certificate, Margaret finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders.
But her heart was still a mix of emotions.
She followed Raymond out of the Municipal Office, one behind the other.
The heavy snow hadn't stopped and was falling even harder than before.
The cold wind blew the newly sprouted trees along the sidewalk, making them sway.
As soon as Margaret stood at the entrance of the Municipal Office, a gust of wind blew her long hair across her face like a dense net, making it hard to breathe.
Margaret reached out with her slender fingers, slowly pushing the strands of hair away from her face and tucking them behind her ear.
The wind was too strong, and Margaret coughed a few times.
A black coat was draped over her shoulders.
She looked up to see Raymond standing in front of her, wearing only a black shirt and tie.
"Don't catch a cold. Let's head back to the hospital," Raymond said, moving to pick her up.
Margaret stepped back, keeping her distance. "We're divorced. Don't do this."
"I'm just worried about the slippery roads in the snow. If you fall, it'll be a bigger problem," Raymond said, his eyes showing a hint of sadness.
Margaret replied, "I have my own feet. Stop trying to take advantage of me."
Just after the divorce, she treated him like this.
He was looking out for her, but she saw it as him taking advantage.
Raymond said nothing more and turned to walk ahead.
Alvin followed behind Margaret.
The snow on the steps was thick and slippery.
Margaret walked carefully and slowly.
Raymond occasionally looked back, seeing she hadn't caught up, he deliberately slowed his pace, walking ahead but still waiting for her.
As she descended the steps, Margaret's boots suddenly slipped, and she fell forward.
She gasped, her face turning pale. With the mutated child inside her, she didn't know what the consequences of a fall would be.
She fell straight towards Raymond's back.
"Mrs. Howard..." Alvin exclaimed.
Alvin reached out to catch her, but it was too late.
Hearing the exclamation, Raymond turned around.
He saw Margaret falling towards him.
Margaret was about to hit the snow when a large hand accurately grabbed her waist, covered by the black coat.
Before she could react, Raymond had already lifted her up.
Margaret suddenly remembered college.
She had tried to get close to Raymond on a snowy day, deliberately falling in front of him.
She thought he would play the hero, but he just watched her fall into the snow.
Margaret had ended up with a mouthful of snow.
He had stood there, backpack straight, looking down at her with no expression, saying, "Stop reading so many novels and watching TV dramas. It'll rot your brain."
Then he walked away, leaving Margaret in the snow.
She had vowed to win Raymond's heart.
She thought marriage would melt his heart.
But in the end, they still divorced.
It was youthful recklessness that made her so infatuated with Raymond, pursuing him without reservation despite no response.
If it were now, she would definitely know when to stop.
Thinking about the past, Margaret felt dazed.
Snowflakes fell on her cheeks and hair, cold and icy.
Raymond brushed the snowflakes off her face with his fingers. "Be careful when you walk."
Before Margaret could react, Raymond lifted her up in his arms.
Margaret frowned, "Put me down."
"Either you call Daniel to pick you up from the hospital, or I carry you to the car. Your choice," Raymond said, his eyes intense and voice hoarse.
He needed to ensure she was safely handed over to Daniel.
Margaret was stunned. What did this have to do with Daniel?
Daniel was in Silverbrook. How could she trouble him over something so minor? And on what grounds would she trouble him? Margaret didn't know that Daniel had asked Raymond for her.
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