Chapter 371: Merging into One
Raymond's lips curled into a smile. "I know you won't."
"Don't be so sure," Margaret said, lying on her back, her own lips curling up as well. "Don't push me, or I might just ignore you forever. The kind of forever where you can never win me back."
"Alright, I won't push you," he agreed.
They arrived at the gravesite.
Margaret's parents were buried together.
The tombstone was beautifully maintained, with her parents' names engraved on it.
Raymond stood to the side.
He watched as Margaret slowly walked towards the tombstone.
Margaret gently touched the tombstone and the photo of Marlon.
In the photo, Marlon's cheeks were slightly chubby, but he had a kind smile, giving off a very compassionate vibe. Nancy's photo was in black and white; she had her hair styled in an elegant updo, wore a fitted dress, and had a fur stole over her shoulders, exuding the image of a refined lady.
They looked like they came from a well-bred, distinguished family.
So this is what her parents looked like.
Raymond turned away, walked to the side, and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up.
He actually didn't like Marlon and his wife very much. They had always tried to break him and Margaret apart.
So out of sight, out of mind. Seeing their photos brought back heavy memories.
Margaret's slender fingers traced the black-and-white photos.
Thinking about how she had forgotten what her parents looked like made her feel incredibly guilty. Her eyes reddened, sadness washing over her, her heart stung as if a bee had stung it, causing her to frown in pain.
Dad, Mom, it's me, your daughter, Margaret.
Please forgive me for only coming to see you now.
I was unfilial, kidnapped by abductors, and lost my memory. Even though I'm an orphan, I was very lucky to meet Raymond, the CEO of The Hughes Group.
He didn't mind that I was an orphan. Even when I got sick, he never left me and stayed by my side.
Dad, Mom, if you can hear me, please bless Raymond with a healthy, long life. He's a good man, please let him live a long, happy life.
Even if I might join you soon.
I still hope he lives well.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and despite her efforts to hold them back, they eventually spilled over, streaming down her cheeks.
Margaret had a terminal illness, and her condition was particularly bad. Whether the surgery the day after tomorrow would be successful was uncertain.
This visit to the gravesite was to remember what her parents looked like, so she would never forget again. Even if she didn't make it through the surgery, she could find them through their images.
The fruits placed by the grave emitted a fragrant aroma.
It smelled wonderful.
Raymond's mind wandered, recalling Marlon swinging his cane, hitting him, using the cane to choke him, pushing him towards the balcony.
He had grabbed Marlon's hand, pleading with him not to give up, promising to pull him up.
But then Margaret had come back, calling his name, and Marlon had suddenly let go, falling from the balcony, eyes wide open, landing at Margaret and her mother's feet.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Raymond's expression grew complicated.
In his heart, he murmured, Marlon, Margaret has lost her memory now. She's your daughter, your beloved daughter. If you can hear me, please bless her surgery the day after tomorrow.
You can take my life in exchange.
As they descended the mountain, the wind echoed through the valley, rustling the pine trees on either side of the road.
Margaret's breath quickened as the wind blew, her long hair sticking to her cheeks. Her slender, cold fingers slowly brushed the hair away from her face.
She couldn't help but cough a few times, her already pale cheeks becoming even more colorless.
Before she could react, Raymond wrapped his coat around her, shielding her from the cold wind.
Her back pressed against Raymond's chest through his suit, feeling like fire, burning hot.
But it gave her immense strength.
The car reached the foot of the mountain.
The sky grew darker, the last bit of light fading away. They passed by an elementary school, which was already empty, clearly past dismissal time.
Nearby, a small tea shop was still open.
Margaret suddenly asked Alvin to stop the car, then got out to buy some tea. Raymond followed her.
The tea shop was small but charmingly decorated, with a lush little tree at the entrance. While the staff was making the tea, Margaret turned around and saw a wall covered in postcards.
The staff, noticing Margaret's interest, started to pitch the idea, saying that writing down a wish made it more likely to come true.
"Raymond, how about we write one too?" Margaret looked at Raymond, who had his hands in his pockets.
Raymond was reminded of the old Margaret, who loved doing these girlish things, like writing him love letters. He had received quite a few from her, filling a drawer with words of admiration and affection.
Back then, he had dismissed them, never replying.
Raymond nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Sure."
They each picked a postcard and grabbed a pen.
Margaret, afraid he would peek, deliberately sat far away in a corner, focusing intently on her postcard. Tomorrow afternoon, she would have surgery. Today might be her last day with Raymond.
If it was, she hoped Raymond would live well. He deserved to find someone he loved, who could heal his pain, someone who loved him as she did.
"Raymond, I'll become a star in the sky, watching over you, wishing you a long, healthy life," Margaret whispered with a bitter smile. A forty percent chance of success was too slim.
She had already prepared for the worst.
The car slowly left, heading back to Everpeak Mountain City. They needed to arrive by tomorrow morning so Margaret could have her surgery in the afternoon.
"What did you write?" Raymond broke the silence, looking at Margaret in the back seat.
Margaret looked back and asked, "What about you?"
Raymond's expression froze for a moment, recalling that he had written "never part."
Because he believed that even if he died on the operating table, his liver would stay with her, becoming one with her.
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