Chapter 357: You're Playing Too Far
Margaret tightened her grip on the glass she was holding. "Aren't you always swamped with work? Got everything done already?"
Raymond was taken aback by her sudden change of topic.
"Just go. Don't worry about me," Margaret said, her eyes fixed on the lukewarm water in the glass. It had been warm just moments ago, but now it was cooling down.
Was this a sign that her body was like the water in the glass?
Raymond said, "Margaret, listen. We agreed. I get the divorce, and you start treatment."
"Raymond, we're already divorced. Does my well-being really matter that much to you?"
"What?"
"Or do you think my parents dying wasn't enough? You haven't tortured me enough and still won't let me go?"
"Is that really how you see me?" Raymond squinted. He loved her and wanted her to live well. He was even willing to risk his life to donate his liver to her.
Was this how she saw him?
It was suffocating to be misunderstood.
Margaret looked up, a mocking smile on her lips. "How else should I see you? Tell me, how should I see you?"
Raymond was at a loss for words.
He felt a lump in his chest, unable to swallow or spit it out.
"You and Sarah even took wedding photos. She's done so much for you. Go be with her."
As soon as Margaret said this, Raymond grabbed her shoulders tightly. "Jealous?"
He wanted to tell her that if she didn't want it, he would stay away from Sarah. Besides, he and Sarah had nothing going on. The only thing they did was take wedding photos, and that was just to provoke Margaret into divorcing him.
Margaret pressed her lips together.
She looked at him. What right did she have to be jealous?
She didn't have the right when they were married, and even less so now that they were divorced.
"Mr. Jones is very experienced in treating cancer patients. There's a patient whose condition was worse than yours. After Mr. Jones's treatment, they've lived for ten years now."
"Margaret, don't give up."
Margaret found this amusing.
This was the first time Raymond had told her not to give up. It was always Daniel who said that to her.
But only she knew Raymond's true intentions.
He wanted to cure her so he could continue to torment her.
If that were the case, there was no point in living.
Living under someone's control was painful and unbearable.
Thinking of this, Margaret splashed the water from the glass onto Raymond's face.
The water dripped down his rugged features.
The lukewarm water stung his eyes.
He wiped his face with the hand that had been on her shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to wake you up, clear your head. Raymond, stop wasting your efforts. I won't cooperate with your treatment. Just because I don't say it doesn't mean I don't know what you're thinking," Margaret said with a laugh.
Raymond laughed in anger. "What am I thinking? Tell me."
He was willing to divorce her, to let her be with Daniel. What more did she want?
What more did she want!
"Do you really want me to say it?"
"Say it," Raymond's eyes reddened.
Margaret sneered. "Don't think I don't know about you and Sarah."
"There's nothing between us. What could there be?" Raymond laughed bitterly. He was telling the truth. If there was something between him and Sarah, would he still be married to Margaret?
Would they be where they were today?
He didn't understand why Margaret had suddenly changed.
Raymond took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and spoke patiently. "Margaret, you've been acting strange since you came back from the Municipal Office. What happened? Tell me."
"If I tell you, will you believe me?"
"If you don't tell me, how will you know I won't believe you?" Raymond frowned, thinking she was being stubborn. "Tell me, I'll help you figure it out. Then you can work with Mr. Jones on your treatment."
Tell him?
Margaret looked at him, her smile growing more desperate.
She had once told him everything she encountered.
The terminal illness, the voice recorder, the mute child.
She held nothing back.
When had he ever believed her?
Margaret no longer trusted Raymond's promises.
"Stop wasting your efforts. Raymond, I won't undergo treatment."
"Are you playing me? We agreed that after the divorce, you'd cooperate with the treatment. Now that we're divorced, you're going back on your word?" Raymond laughed darkly.
Margaret wasn't afraid. She just felt a surge of anger and didn't want him to get his way. "Yes, I'm playing you."
"Margaret, if you keep this up, you're going too far. Know when to stop." Raymond pressed her shoulders again, his eyes blazing.
She knew he was angry.
Of course, the always superior, self-righteous Raymond was angry at being deceived.
Margaret stared at him. "Being played feels terrible, doesn't it? Now you understand how I felt?"
"What do you mean?"
"I begged you to treat The Hughes Family well, to take care of my parents in their old age. You swore an oath, Raymond. Do you remember? You signed a contract and swore an oath, but my parents still died. You toyed with me, and now you know how I felt at the crematorium, sending them off myself? Raymond, you deserve this." Margaret smiled at him. "I won't let you get what you want. You want me to live, but I want to die. What can you do about it?"
Raymond thought Margaret was being completely unreasonable.
She had gone mad.
Yet, he still loved this mad woman, loved her deeply.
Raymond gritted his teeth. "Margaret, the court cleared my name. How long are you going to keep this up? Your father's death was his own doing, trying to frame me! If I hadn't been smart enough to install a hidden camera on my phone, I would have been convicted of murder! Your father was the one with malicious intent, killing my parents and trying to drive a wedge between us! He doesn't deserve to be a parent!"
"Raymond, shut up!" Margaret slapped him hard, shouting.
Raymond staggered back a few steps.
He touched his burning cheek.
Margaret was trembling with anger. "I won't let you slander him! My father was the best person in the world! Without him, you wouldn't be where you are now! He was driven to death by you, and you still want to smear him?"
"If you can't stand The Hughes Family, why do you care about me? Let me die too, so we can be reunited as a family and not bother you anymore." Margaret said, her nose tingling, and hot tears began to fall.
Seeing her cry, Raymond's heart softened. He realized he had been too harsh and said the wrong thing. He reached out to wipe her tears. "I didn't mean that. Margaret, I never wanted you or your parents to die. Margaret, you can trust me. We ended up divorced because of mutual suspicion. Even now, I want you to live, to be well. Your parents loved you; they wouldn't want you to die. I don't understand why The Hughes Family always resorts to death when faced with problems. If I had your father's temperament, I would have jumped into the river after my parents died in the fire. But I survived, didn't I? I'm living well now."
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