Chapter 372 You Are Not By My Side, I Am Afraid
"Next month, on this day, you should open it yourself," Raymond said, his bandaged hand gently touching the top of her head.
His gaze lingered, as if each look was precious and fleeting.
But no matter how much he looked, it was never enough.
Margaret looked at him too. "Aren't you coming with me?"
They both tacitly avoided discussing the failed surgery.
Raymond's lips twitched. Did he even have a next month? Margaret's chances of surviving the surgery were only forty percent. And David had said his chances were even lower.
In other words, his chances of survival were much slimmer than Margaret's.
"You want me to come with you?" Raymond's smile was faint, his voice deep.
The car drove smoothly, as if heading towards their destiny, a path they couldn't turn back from or stop.
Margaret's heart ached. "What do you think?"
"I'll try my best." Try to stay alive. Try to walk off the operating table, Margaret.
Margaret's eyes reddened. "Just try? Raymond, I'm a cancer patient, and I haven't said I'll just try."
Her voice was choked with sobs, her nose stinging, and tears fell uncontrollably.
Raymond's eyes showed tenderness as he wiped her tears. "I promise."
"Do you think I might die tomorrow?" Margaret's throat tightened.
His broad hand covered her lips. "Don't say things like that."
Margaret felt warmth in her heart and removed his hand. "Raymond, when we got married, did I look beautiful in my wedding dress?"
He was momentarily stunned.
Back when they got married, Margaret was the happiest person, wearing a white mermaid wedding dress, holding his arm, smiling brightly and joyfully.
That day, Margaret's smile never faded. She kept introducing him to the guests, saying, "This is my husband, Raymond."
At that time, every time he heard her say he was her husband, he felt disgusted, remembering she was the daughter of his enemy.
At the wedding, he was cold and distant, showing no joy of getting married, as if he was an outsider.
Raymond helped her smooth the wrinkles in her clothes. "I remember. You looked beautiful in your wedding dress."
He was telling the truth.
He still remembered her wearing the most luxurious wedding dress, a crown on her head, adorned with diamonds that sparkled brilliantly.
She looked like a princess from a fairy tale, noble and flawless, running towards him with a face full of happiness.
If she hadn't been the daughter of his enemy, Raymond would have been truly happy to marry such a beautiful woman who adored him.
"But I don't remember. I've forgotten our most precious moments." Margaret felt guilty.
Raymond's eyes showed pain. "Once your surgery is successful, we can have another wedding."
"Really?"
"Of course. I have everything except money. As long as you're happy, a wedding is a small matter. If you want the stars in the sky, I can get them for you." Raymond smiled, painting a beautiful picture for her. "So, have a successful surgery, walk off the operating table, and be my bride. Okay?"
To be his bride.
For Margaret, this was incredibly appealing.
She nodded, her eyes red with emotion.
Raymond silently told himself, Raymond, you've always been lucky. This time, you're betting your life for Margaret. You can't die. You've hurt Margaret so much, running away halfway would be cowardly.
Stay with her, make it up to her, that's the beautiful life she wants.
As for the marriage certificate, it didn't matter anymore.
This lie was truly beautiful, like a dream.
Not real at all.
The harmony and love between him and Margaret now was something he never dared to dream of. If possible, he wished this dream would never end.
But no dream lasts forever.
The most fascinating thing about fate is its unpredictability and mystery.
No one can fight fate. Margaret tried so hard and failed, and Raymond was no different.
Raymond understood this truth. You can't fight fate. It's too late.
God only gives one chance. If you miss it, it's all for nothing.
Raymond took out his phone, which had just buzzed, and saw a message from Rufus at Everpeak Mountain City Hospital: "Mr. Howard, your surgery is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I must remind you, removing your entire left liver is extremely risky. You might not make it."
Another reminder that he might not make it.
But he had no way out. The bitter consequences were his own doing.
"My mind is made up. No need to say more. Don't tell Margaret about this." Raymond's fingers moved as he replied.
Margaret curiously leaned over, and Raymond quickly turned off his phone, locking the screen, not wanting her to worry.
"Is there a secret on your phone?" Margaret asked suspiciously.
He smiled. "Just work stuff. Focus on your surgery."
"Who do you think donated the liver to me?"
"Why?"
"I want to thank them personally."
"Good people usually do good deeds anonymously."
"Then I want to give them some money."
"They probably don't need money." Raymond's lips curved. "Margaret?"
"What?"
"If you really want to thank that good person, don't give up. Have a successful surgery and be my bride."
"Okay." Margaret murmured, looking at the scenery passing by outside the window. "You'll be with me tomorrow, right?"
She had never had such a major surgery before. To say she wasn't scared would be a lie. She was an orphan, and at such an important moment, she really wanted Raymond to be with her.
Raymond's lips tightened, his hand on his knee clenched. He wanted to be with her, but it was destined not to be.
Seeing he didn't respond, Margaret turned back. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Raymond lifted his eyelids and lied. "Margaret, after I drop you off at the hospital, I have to go on a business trip abroad."
"Alvin will check on you at the hospital. Nothing will happen."
"When will you be back?" The bitterness unknowingly filled her eyes, her voice trembling.
Raymond thought for a moment. "You should see me when you wake up."
"Your wife is having surgery, and you have to go on a business trip? Raymond, I want you to be with me, watch me go into the operating room! If you're not by my side, I'm scared! I feel so insecure." Margaret's tears fell as she held Raymond's hand, crying and pleading. "Raymond, don't go. I really need you."
Margaret's words, Raymond, don't go, I need you, made Raymond's eyes change instantly, emotions surging in his heart. He feared losing control, so he deliberately looked out the car window, his eyes turning red, a layer of mist covering his eyes.
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