Chapter 359: Please, Don't Be Like This
Margaret closed her eyes. "I'm exhausted, I don't want to fight anymore."
"I'm not trying to fight! Margaret, I'm just trying to get you to seek treatment. It's for your own good! I don't get why you're so fixated on dying! Everyone faces death eventually, there's no escaping it! Are you in such a rush to die because you think Death won't want you if you're late?"
Raymond held back his anger, speaking in a tone he'd never used before. "Margaret, I want you to live. Live with me. You know I'm an orphan, my parents died when I was really young. I have no family, no friends. Only you."
"If you die, what am I supposed to do? The dead don't feel pain, but the living, it's the living who suffer. Margaret, I'm begging you, Raymond is begging you, don't do this."
Margaret's eyelashes fluttered at the sound of Raymond's pleading tone.
She turned around and looked at him seriously.
His eyes were red at the corners, and his eyes seemed to glisten with tears. If it were before, she would have been happy to hear Raymond say these things.
Raymond's tears of despair spilled over, and he didn't wipe them away. "Margaret, I don't know what to do with you. I don't know how to convince you to accept treatment. I've been through what you're going through, I can empathize. Believe me, Margaret, time can heal all wounds. You'll get better if you just give it a chance."
"I know you blame me, blame me for what I did to the Hughes family, for what I did to you. But Margaret, put yourself in my shoes. If your parents were killed by my family, how would you feel facing me? Can you understand that? I suggested divorce and gave you the cold shoulder because I didn't want to get too involved, I was afraid I'd go soft on you. Every night, sharing a bed with you, I had nightmares of my mother, covered in blood, calling me unfilial for not avenging them."
"Margaret, you can blame me, curse me, hit me, but don't punish yourself like this. Please, get treatment, get better. Once you're well, you can go wherever you want. Now that we're divorced, you're free. After your surgery, once you're healthy, you can leave, marry whoever you want, be with whoever you want, I won't stop you."
Raymond had laid his heart bare.
Margaret looked at him, her expression as calm as if she were listening to someone else's story.
"Raymond, are you lying to me again? Do you think I'm stupid? That I'll believe whatever you say?"
"We can sign a contract."
"Haven't we signed enough contracts? And what happened?"
Raymond gave a bitter smile, feeling utterly stifled, forcing back his tears.
But the more he tried to hold them back, the more they flowed, uncontrollably. He knew she was referring to what happened with Marlon.
"You can name your terms."
"I have no terms to give you."
"Margaret, I promised you, and I'll keep my word. Once you're fully recovered, I'll hand you over to Daniel. I'll make it happen for you. But you have to be alive to marry him, to be with him."
Margaret's expression changed slightly at his words.
He still misunderstood her and Daniel? Daniel was such a good person, how could she be worthy of him? Besides, she and Daniel were innocent.
"You like him so much, you should live for him, right?" Raymond thought she was softening. "You were willing to divorce for him. If you don't live, wasn't the divorce pointless?"
"I've decided, when you get married, I'll prepare a generous gift for you. From now on, I'll be like your brother."
Margaret felt like she had heard the biggest joke.
Her ex-husband wanted to be her brother?
Was he joking?
Margaret found it quite amusing. "I can't accept your kindness."
"Then what do you want? Just say it, and I'll do it."
"I want my parents to come back to life, I want the Hughes family to be like it was before. I want to have never met you. Raymond, can you do that? If you can, I'll accept treatment immediately."
Raymond's patience was completely exhausted. Margaret just wouldn't listen to anything.
"Are you being unreasonable again?"
"If you think so, then yes."
"Margaret, how did you become like this?" Raymond looked at her with unfamiliar eyes.
She sneered. "I became like this because of you. Get out, don't waste your effort. You want me dead, I'm giving you what you want."
"You think getting treatment is for me? Margaret, please grow up! You're in your twenties, not two! Do I need to teach you what you can and can't do?"
"Showing your true colors so quickly? No patience for me at all. You even shed a few tears, that must have been hard for you." Margaret, filled with anger, grabbed a white pillow and threw it at him. "Get out!"
Raymond didn't dodge.
The pillow hit him in the face, it hurt.
The pillow fell to the floor, and Raymond bent down, picked it up, and placed it back on the bed, angrily saying, "This isn't up to you. You will accept treatment, whether you want to or not."
With that, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Margaret's lips twitched. She thought her tears had dried up, but they still filled her eyes.
One by one, like a broken string of pearls, they fell.
She would accept it, whether she wanted to or not.
How laughable, her life had never been her own to control. This time, no one would dictate her fate.
Not even Raymond.
Raymond had just left the room when he saw Alvin and Rufus talking.
Hearing the door slam, they both looked over.
Alvin and Rufus walked towards Raymond. Rufus said, "Mr. Howard—"
"Let's talk in your office," Raymond said coldly.
In a villa in Silverbrook.
Sarah, dressed in a maid's uniform, was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with a cloth.
The villa was huge, and every tile needed to be cleaned by hand.
If she didn't finish, Hubert would whip her mercilessly.
She had just had a miscarriage a few days ago, and now she was being treated like this. It was infuriating.
Sarah looked at her hands, already covered in calluses. Damn it, she was supposed to be Raymond's wife, living a life of luxury, and now Hubert was treating her like this!
Sarah trembled with anger.
Lost in thought, her delicate fingers were suddenly stepped on by a heavy boot.
Sarah screamed in pain, looking up to see Hubert. Her eyes filled with fear and tears. "It hurts—it hurts—"
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