Chapter 367 Daniel Beats Up Raymond
Raymond narrowed his eyes, catching the sarcasm in Daniel's voice.
The elevator doors slid open, and Daniel, hands in his pockets, stepped inside.
Just as the doors were about to close, a large hand stopped them. Raymond followed him in, then reached out to press the button to close the elevator.
As the elevator descended slowly, Raymond finally looked at Daniel. "Margaret is my wife. Stay away from her."
"Is she still your wife if she doesn't remember you?" Daniel shot him a mocking glance, a smirk playing on his lips.
Raymond's hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a fist. Daniel's words were provocative, and Raymond wasn't one to back down easily. But Daniel had convinced David to save Margaret.
His clenched fist gradually relaxed.
Daniel sneered again. "Did you make her lose her memory?"
Raymond didn't respond, which was as good as admitting it.
"Mr. Howard, you said you'd let Margaret go, but then you made her lose her memory?"
"Margaret was diagnosed with severe psychological issues—depression and bipolar disorder. She was suicidal. Making her forget was the only way to save her life."
"Daniel, believe it or not, that's the truth. I have no ulterior motives regarding Margaret. If I have any selfishness, it's that I want her to live, to live safely and well." Raymond let out a bitter laugh.
Daniel looked at him. "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"
"Yeah, if I knew, why did I do it? At least it's not too late to make it up to her now."
The elevator doors opened.
Daniel and Raymond stepped out, one after the other.
"Daniel," Raymond called out coldly, looking at his back.
Daniel turned around, raising an eyebrow. "What else do you have to say, Mr. Howard?"
"You like Margaret. You still have a chance. My promise to you still stands."
"What?"
"David said there's a high chance I'll die on the operating table when I donate part of my liver to Margaret. If I don't make it through the surgery the day after tomorrow, please take care of her."
"Raymond, don't you think you're being a bit presumptuous?" Daniel squinted. Did Raymond even know what Margaret wanted?
Daniel laughed coldly. "What is Margaret to you? An object? Your property? You hurt her when you wanted, made her forget when you wanted, and now you want to trade her like a commodity?"
"Of course, you won't be taking care of her for nothing. I'll draft a will. Ten percent of The Hughes Group's shares will go to you. The Hughes Group's shares are worth much more than The Taylor Group's. The rest of the shares will go to her. She'll inherit all my shares and assets."
Raymond's face remained expressionless as he continued.
As soon as he finished speaking, Daniel grabbed the collar of Raymond's black coat, his eyes blazing with anger. He punched Raymond square in the face.
Raymond fell to the cold, hard floor of the hospital corridor.
"You have no right to use Margaret as a bargaining chip!" Daniel laughed bitterly, hands on his hips.
He watched as Raymond wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb and slowly got up from the floor.
Standing, Raymond looked at him coldly. "Of course, I don't want to give her to you. No man would willingly hand over the woman he loves. But I have to plan ahead because of what David said. I don't care if I die, but Margaret must live."
"Daniel, although I used to look down on you and thought you were trying to steal from me, I see now that you're a good person. Without you, David wouldn't have seen Margaret. She won't suffer if she's with you."
"Cut the crap, Raymond. If you're a real man, come out of that surgery alive. Why should I take care of your wife?" Daniel's expression softened, and he looked away, his gaze wandering. "I'm not interested in married women."
Daniel was lying. He liked Margaret, had liked her for many years.
He had known Margaret long before Raymond did.
But he was an illegitimate child, insecure and insignificant, so Margaret never knew who he was.
Daniel turned to leave.
Raymond said, "Thank you."
Daniel paused, then turned back, a mocking smile on his lips. "Mr. Howard, you always called me a bastard. I'm used to it. Saying thank you is what feels strange."
"Consider my offer."
Daniel ignored him and walked away.
Raymond smiled bitterly and returned to the ward.
Margaret noticed the bruise and blood on Raymond's mouth, her eyes widening. "What happened? Did Daniel hit you?"
A nurse brought over some cotton swabs and antiseptic.
Margaret, worried, used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to clean Raymond's wound.
Raymond winced in pain, his mouth twitching.
"How could Daniel do that? Why didn't you dodge? You're a grown man, can't you take care of yourself? You go out for a bit and come back injured." Margaret, having finished her injection, was free to move around and tended to Raymond's wound.
Raymond smiled and explained, "Margaret, we owe Daniel a big favor. David came to see you because of him. He's been good to you."
"Even if we owe him, he shouldn't hit you. How can you defend him after he beat you up? Are you stupid?" Margaret muttered, cleaning his wound.
The swelling soon went down.
Raymond sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, watching Margaret in her hospital gown, endlessly chattering, and smiled.
"I'm talking to you. Why are you smiling? Are you even listening?" Margaret got serious.
Raymond's large hand suddenly grabbed her waist.
Before she could react, she was pressed against Raymond's chest. He was wearing a black coat, with a black shirt underneath.
Even through the shirt, Margaret could feel his warmth.
Her nose brushed against his.
Their foreheads touched.
Margaret's hot breath fell on Raymond's chiseled face and neck.
The sudden intimacy made both of them freeze.
Margaret, uncomfortable, tried to stand up, but Raymond pulled her wrist, and his cool lips covered her pale ones.
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