Chapter 356 Margaret, You Are Saved
Margaret couldn't bear to look.
Her first reaction was that this was meant to provoke her, to drive a wedge between them.
So Margaret quickly locked her phone and placed it on the hospital bed.
Raymond knew about her illness. Faced with her impending death and the option of divorce, he chose divorce.
He wanted her to get treatment.
To say her heart wasn't stirred would be a lie.
The real reason Raymond wanted her to get treatment wasn't out of concern for her health.
It was because he felt it wasn't enough.
Her parents were dead, she was dying, and he thought the Hughes family hadn't paid enough.
So he wanted to trick her into getting better, just to continue tormenting her?
Ridiculous and pathetic.
Margaret's heart ached.
Raymond, after all we've been through as a couple, how could you do this?
Why did you have to make things so final?
Love and indifference are indeed different; otherwise, he wouldn't be so cold-hearted seeing her like this.
The phone on the hospital bed buzzed again.
Her frail fingers picked it up and glanced at it.
A taunting message from Sarah.
—Margaret, are you a coward? Afraid to read my messages?
—Margaret, the unloved one is the third wheel. You've been interfering with Raymond and me for years, don't you know shame?
—I aborted a child for Raymond. You can check the pregnancy report; it happened just recently.
Margaret's fingers turned white from gripping the phone.
Was she a coward? Was she afraid to look? She was.
But curiosity got the better of her, and she unlocked the phone.
She saw Sarah's pregnancy report and abortion record in full detail.
She zoomed in.
The patient was indeed Sarah.
The hospital was Hubert's, and Hubert wouldn't dare falsify records.
The report showed Sarah found out she was pregnant a week ago and had an abortion shortly after.
During that time, Raymond and Margaret were in a cold war, arguing, not together.
So he wasn't working at the Hughes Group; he was busy with Sarah.
Messages kept coming.
—Raymond loves kids, but you couldn't give him one. He was thrilled when he found out I was pregnant. But since you two aren't divorced yet, I didn't want him to be criticized, so I aborted the baby. He praised me for being sensible.
—It doesn't matter if you don't divorce him. He told me you have a terminal illness and won't live long. Once you're dead, he won't have to give you a cent. The Hughes family fortune will be ours.
—Raymond also said he would give you a grand funeral. Everyone will praise it. I've seen the coffin and burial garment he bought for you. They're quite nice.
—Margaret, don't think about telling him any of this. He'll believe me over you. Our bond is unbreakable; you can't ruin it.
Margaret read the taunting messages, a bitter smile on her lips.
She didn't think Sarah was lying because Raymond had indeed prepared a coffin for her.
He had also said he would set off fireworks for days at her funeral to wish her a swift journey to the afterlife.
She knew if she told Raymond, he would still side with Sarah unconditionally.
Margaret wasn't foolish or tactless enough to humiliate herself.
Margaret trembled with anger, a fury stuck in her throat.
She couldn't vent it, couldn't swallow it.
It was unbearable.
She deleted Sarah's photos and messages one by one.
No need to keep them.
These messages were just reminders that she couldn't even keep her husband, proof of her failure, at least in this marriage.
Margaret didn't want to be angry, didn't want to waste her remaining days on these worthless people and things.
But understanding the logic didn't help her manage her marriage any better.
Fate is like that, leaving people powerless.
She had sacrificed her health to give her parents a better life, knowing pregnancy would hasten her death, but she did it anyway.
In the end, fate played a cruel joke on her.
Everything she wanted to hold onto slipped away.
The troubles she wanted to discard clung to her desperately.
You can't fight fate.
Margaret's nose stung, her heart ached.
Her body suddenly started to tear apart.
Like a vicious dog biting and ripping at her.
Margaret broke out in a cold sweat, the sweat dripping down her pale cheeks.
Her face contorted in pain.
Margaret touched her neck and forehead, feeling the fine beads of sweat like tiny diamonds embedded in her skin.
Her vision flickered.
Then, Margaret saw nothing.
Terrified, she didn't know why she suddenly went blind.
She reached out, groping around.
She wanted to get back to the bed.
But her foot caught on a chair.
Margaret fell, the pain tearing through her body, making her sob in agony.
Raymond, waiting outside the room, heard the loud crash.
He rushed in, pushing the door open.
He saw the chair on the floor.
Margaret was also on the floor.
Curled up like a wounded kitten, crying helplessly.
Raymond hurried over, lifting her like a timely rain: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
At that moment, Margaret couldn't see anything.
She clung to Raymond's coat like a lifeline, her cheeks wet with tears.
Raymond placed her on the bed, then quickly found the painkillers, measured the dose, and pressed them to her lips.
He gave her a few sips of water from a cup.
Margaret took the painkillers.
A few minutes later, the pain subsided.
Her vision gradually returned.
She clearly saw Raymond standing before her.
The one who had just helped her, given her the medicine, was Raymond?
Margaret gripped the cup tightly.
Her fingers turned white.
Her gaze became complicated. She should be grateful to him for finding the medicine and helping her to the bed. But Margaret couldn't feel grateful. Thinking of Sarah's messages, her heart ached.
"The doctor for your surgery will be here the day after tomorrow for a consultation. Margaret, we've found a suitable liver for you. You have a chance," Raymond said, his eyes following her, trying to comfort her.
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