Chapter 373: Left Without a Farewell
Ever since Raymond mentioned the business trip, Margaret hadn't said a word to him.
She turned her head to look out the car window, watching the scenery blur past.
Stupid Raymond, lousy Raymond, you said you loved me, that I was the most important woman in your life, but you still chose to go on a business trip when I'm having surgery!
The more Margaret thought about it, the angrier and more upset she became. Even though she had just decided to be nice to him, she couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart.
She had hoped that by giving him the silent treatment, he would relent and cancel the trip.
But when the car stopped at Everpeak Mountain City, right in front of the hospital, Raymond hadn't changed his mind.
Margaret was furious. She shook off Raymond's arm, opened the car door with a cold expression, and walked towards the inpatient department, her heels clicking with determination.
Raymond knew she was upset. He wanted to grab her hands, pull her into his arms, and tell her he wasn't going on the trip.
But he couldn't. He had to be part of the surgery tomorrow afternoon.
If he missed it, Margaret's surgery would be pointless.
Margaret walked into the elevator, her chin held high like a proud princess. When she saw Raymond and Alvin trying to get in, she felt even more annoyed.
She pressed the close button, and the elevator doors shut, cutting Raymond out of her sight.
Raymond rubbed his temples and took the next elevator to Margaret's room.
Just as he reached her room, Margaret slammed the door shut.
"Margaret, stop acting like a child. Open the door," Raymond said patiently from outside.
Margaret sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a lump in her throat and her heart heavy.
She was his wife, his partner. At such an important moment, he chose to go on a business trip and accused her of being childish. Wasn't she allowed to be upset?
She cared about him and wanted him by her side. Was that wrong?
Did he even know that she only had a forty percent chance of waking up after the surgery? Raymond, you jerk, aren't you afraid I might die?
You might never see me again, and you chose now to go on a business trip.
Hot tears streamed down her face, her throat tightening with frustration and helplessness. Margaret wiped her tears, feeling utterly miserable.
"Margaret, I'm leaving soon. Are you really not going to say goodbye?" Raymond teased her.
Margaret's throat tightened. "You're going on a business trip. What's there to say? Just go. I have nothing to say to you."
After all, Margaret wasn't as important to you as your work.
What else is there to say?
Raymond stood at the door, smoking in frustration. "Margaret, I'm really leaving."
"Go! Just go! Leave already! Stop talking!" Margaret shouted, her voice choked with emotion.
Curled up in the corner of the hospital bed, Margaret hugged her knees tightly.
Even though the room was lit with warm, yellow light, she felt the atmosphere was heavy. Outside, there was no sound of Raymond trying to comfort her.
She looked up and saw the hallway lights outside had gone out.
Had he left?
Had he really left?
Knowing she had surgery tomorrow, knowing she needed him, he left without looking back?
Margaret's tears wouldn't stop falling.
But she couldn't give up. She wanted to know if Raymond was still waiting outside.
He promised to say goodbye in person.
How could he leave without saying goodbye?
Margaret jumped out of bed, put on her shoes, and ran to the door, flinging it open.
The door swung wide open.
Margaret, in her hospital gown, stood alone at the door, looking down the hallway.
It was late at night, and the hallway was eerily quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop. The lights flickered dimly.
Margaret saw that the end of the hallway was empty, not even a shadow.
She turned back to look again.
Still, it was cold and empty, the long hallway stretching out.
Raymond had left!
Raymond had really left her to go on his business trip!
The overwhelming sense of betrayal filled her heart.
He said he wanted her, that he would wait for her surgery to end, and they would open the postcards together, have a wedding, and she would be his bride.
It was all lies, all to deceive her. Otherwise, why wouldn't he fulfill such a simple wish?
Liar, liar, Raymond, you're a big liar.
Margaret closed the door, feeling heartbroken.
Suddenly, she felt a tight grip around her waist, and her body stiffened.
She was turned around and pressed against the door.
Margaret looked up to see Raymond's smiling face. "Silly, I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye."
Seeing him, Margaret's eyes lit up with surprise and joy. But hearing his words, she realized he was still going on the trip.
Her sense of betrayal deepened, and Margaret clenched her fists, pounding on his chest. "Raymond, you jerk! You liar!"
"Margaret, I would never deceive you," Raymond said, his eyes darkening.
Margaret's tears fell as she continued to hit him. "Can't you stay? Can't you wait until my surgery is over? Raymond, I'm angry! I'm angry! If you leave, I won't talk to you! Stay with me!"
Raymond wanted to say yes.
But he couldn't. He didn't want Margaret to know he was donating his liver. He feared she would feel guilty and burdened.
She loved him so much, how could she accept his liver?
So, the business trip excuse worked well, even if it made her unhappy.
He'd rather she be mad at him than have her feelings mixed with gratitude and pity.
"Raymond! Please! Don't go, okay? I'm scared! I'm scared that if you leave, we might never see each other again! Aren't you afraid?" Margaret sobbed. "I don't understand, what kind of deal is so important that you have to go abroad now? Stay for me?"
Margaret, exhausted from hitting him, began to cry softly, her pale face streaked with tears. Her crying made Raymond's heart ache.
Raymond cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forcefully.
She was angry and resisted his kiss, trying to push him away. If he couldn't stay, he shouldn't tease her.
"Let go, Raymond, let go," Margaret cried, her words muffled.
Raymond's brows furrowed tighter. He pressed Margaret against the door, one hand on her head, the other on her waist, forcing her body to meld with his.
He wouldn't let go. He had come this far.
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