Chapter 361 Disappear from My Sight
"Do you think her memories will ever come back?" Alvin asked Rufus.
Rufus shrugged. "There's about a fifty-fifty chance. But unless someone triggers them or she really wants to remember, they usually don't come back on their own."
Rufus then turned to Raymond, his face serious. "Mr. Howard, you need to decide quickly whether to use the amnesia injection to get Mrs. Howard to cooperate with the treatment. Mr. Jones will be here the day after tomorrow for her consultation, and we can't delay this any longer."
Raymond felt overwhelmed, his mind a chaotic mess.
Pressing his lips together, he said, "Let me think about it. I'll give you an answer today."
Leaving the office, Raymond stepped into the elevator and tiredly rubbed his temples.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Raymond answered the call.
Hubert on the other end was speaking respectfully, laying out a lot of information. Raymond frowned, "What are you trying to say?"
"Mr. Howard, I've caught the person who falsified Mrs. Howard's medical report. They're waiting for your return to deal with them."
Raymond remained silent.
Hubert probed further, "How is Mrs. Howard's condition now?"
"What exactly do you want?"
"Mr. Howard, if you trust me, please give me a chance to make amends. I want to be involved in Mrs. Howard's treatment and do my part to help her." Hubert was trying to worm his way in, planning to kill Margaret. He believed that only if Margaret died, Sarah would have a chance to become Raymond's wife.
Margaret was now the biggest obstacle to Sarah becoming Raymond's wife.
Raymond coldly replied, "Margaret's condition is none of your concern."
The elevator doors suddenly opened.
Hanging up the phone, Raymond stepped out of the elevator.
In the hallway, a nurse saw Raymond and hurriedly ran over. "Mr. Howard, please go and talk to Mrs. Howard. She's refusing to take her medication and won't let us administer her IV. If she keeps this up, it could be life-threatening. She's so agitated that she chased me out when I tried to give her the medicine."
Raymond's expression changed slightly, and he sighed wearily.
"Give me the medicine. I'll go see her." Raymond took the tray with the medicine box from the nurse and walked briskly towards the hospital room, his face stern.
Just as he reached the door, he heard the sound of something falling and shattering inside the room.
Raymond let out a bitter smile. He never imagined that the once loving couple would end up like this.
He was growing more patient, while Margaret was becoming increasingly irritable and anxious.
Raymond turned the doorknob and entered the room.
"Stop bothering me! I don't want treatment!"
Margaret was furious, like a porcupine with its quills raised.
Before Raymond could react, a glass cup flew at his forehead.
He didn't have time to dodge.
The cup hit him squarely.
The pain made him stagger back a few steps, one hand holding the tray of medicine, while the other, wrapped in bandages, gripped the door frame tightly.
The glass cup left him dazed, and he felt a warm liquid on his forehead.
He touched it and saw the glaring red color.
Raymond was so angry he pulled at the corners of his mouth. He wasn't someone without a temper!
The veins in his arm holding the door frame bulged, looking like they were about to burst.
The glass cup finally fell at his feet, shattering into pieces, just like their marriage and their feelings, broken beyond repair.
Margaret turned around and saw Raymond, saw the blood on his forehead. A flash of shock and concern crossed her eyes, but it quickly turned to indifference. "Raymond, I don't want to see you! Get out of my sight!"
She thought of Sarah's provocative photos and messages, and a fire burned in her chest. She couldn't calm down, couldn't be rational. She just wanted to vent, to go crazy.
Raymond had never seen Margaret like this before. The old Margaret was always reasonable, never this irritable.
And she had never hurt anyone by accident and then acted so self-righteous.
Raymond thought about her parents' death, how she became an orphan, and felt partly responsible.
His anger silently dissipated.
Raymond turned and closed the hospital room door, expressionless.
"What are you doing?" Margaret screamed, as if she had been provoked.
She couldn't control her tears, her anger, her madness. She felt her mental state was no longer normal.
Raymond wasn't afraid of her. He was determined, walking towards her step by step.
Margaret saw him coming and felt scared, exhausted, her heart racing. Her shoulders trembled uncontrollably. She grabbed the fruit from the cabinet and threw it at Raymond.
"Don't come any closer! Stay away! Get out!"
She didn't want to see Raymond anymore. She didn't want to see him. He was the one who caused her to be like this.
All her pain, her grievances, her sadness, were brought by him.
She couldn't forgive, couldn't let go.
But no matter how irritable, how angry she was, he wouldn't stop his approach. "Take the medicine, and I'll leave."
"Get out! Get out!"
Margaret grabbed the chair in front of her and threw it at him.
The chair landed on Raymond's foot, making him gasp in pain.
He felt his foot go numb from the impact, his shirt soaked in cold sweat, sticking to his back, making him uncomfortable.
"I won't take the medicine! I said I won't take it! I never wanted to take the medicine! Raymond, you never asked about my feelings! You're always forcing me! You're always forcing me!" Margaret's eyes were bloodshot, and she started crying uncontrollably.
Big tears rolled out of her eyes.
"Get out! Get out!"
Her voice was sharp and piercing, making Raymond's eardrums ache.
He wanted to leave too, but he couldn't.
Her illness.
If he left, she would be doomed.
Margaret threw everything she could at him.
His face was bleeding too.
But she couldn't stop him.
"Margaret, don't act like a child. Mr. Jones will be here the day after tomorrow for your consultation. Be good." Raymond was covered in wounds, but his tone was helpless and pleading.
He didn't want to give her the amnesia injection. It was the most extreme measure.
He couldn't be that selfish. If she remembered later, it would be an even bigger disaster.
Raymond spoke as he reached Margaret.
Margaret kept retreating until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she fell onto it.
Raymond placed the tray on the bed, picked up the medicine box, and took out the blister pack, peeling off the yellow pills one by one.
Margaret's body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She couldn't control her emotions. Seeing Raymond made her go crazy.
Margaret now had no trust in Raymond. To stop him from approaching, she grabbed the knife from the fruit tray.
Raymond was about to hand her the pills when he saw her holding the knife to her neck, screaming, "Take one more step, and I'll die right in front of you!"
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