Chapter 375: Raymond, Farewell
Margaret's face was as white as a sheet, her body shaking uncontrollably. Blood poured from her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. The illness had struck again, just after Raymond had left.
Would she even survive to see Raymond return from his business trip?
Margaret struggled, her pale fingers gripping the bed rail tightly as she tried to reach the call button. But her wrist had no strength. She bit down hard, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the blood that stained her hospital gown.
With all her might, she managed to stand, her body swaying from the pain. She crawled onto the bed, reaching for the call button, and finally pressed it.
As soon as she did, she collapsed heavily onto the floor.
The floor was cold, hard, and stained with blood.
Margaret's consciousness began to fade. She dug her nails into her palm, trying to stay awake through the pain.
Margaret, you can't die. Hold on a little longer. You pressed the call button; someone will come soon!
She couldn't fall asleep, couldn't die. She had promised Raymond that she would be his bride again when he returned. This time, she would remember what she looked like in her wedding dress.
But her eyelids grew heavier, and warm liquid gushed from her throat, mouth, nose, and ears. She couldn't stop it.
Margaret's bloodshot eyes stayed open, her lips trembling as she fought to stay conscious.
But how could she fight fate? No matter how hard she tried, it was futile.
Her eyelids fluttered, and Margaret grew desperate. Why hadn't anyone come to save her?
Tears of despair streamed down her face as she cried out in frustration.
She stared at the door, willing it to open, but it remained closed, as if sealed for eternity.
Margaret tried to get up and press the call button again. But as her hand reached for the bed rail, her fingers fell short, and her eyelids closed.
Her frail hand fell heavily onto the blood-stained floor.
It was as if she and Raymond were so close to happiness, only to be torn apart by fate.
Images of her recent time with Raymond flashed through her mind. Despite her amnesia, he had filled her memories in just a few days.
He held her, kissed her, stroked her hair. He carried her to her parents' graves, and they wrote postcards together at a tea shop.
Even when he left, she called out to him, saying:
"Raymond, I'll wait for you to come back. We both need to try our best. I'll have the surgery, and you handle the business. I hope the first person I see when I wake up is you."
"Raymond, I want to go see the postcards you wrote with me and be your bride again."
But now, it seemed she couldn't hold on.
She was the one breaking the promise. The scenes in her mind faded like an old movie coming to an end.
Raymond, Margaret has to go first. Wait for me; I'll find you. Next time, let's not miss each other.
Margaret had memorized his face. She wouldn't drink the soup of forgetfulness or cross the bridge of no return. She would be reborn, find him in the vast sea of people, and come to him.
Next time, Margaret would protect him.
Raymond, forgive Margaret for leaving without saying goodbye.
Margaret's eyes closed heavily, and she fell into the pool of blood.
Raymond had just returned to his hotel, typing on his laptop. He was writing his will, preparing for the worst.
David had told him his surgery was riskier than Margaret's. He wasn't confident he would survive.
The Hughes Group was founded by Marlon. If Raymond died, Margaret, with no skills to rely on, would be left with nothing. So he decided to leave The Hughes Group to her.
But Margaret had never managed a company, and The Hughes Group was full of complexities. Raymond's will stated that if he died, ten percent of the shares would go to Daniel.
Margaret would inherit the rest of his shares, estate, and assets.
Daniel, who liked Margaret, would have a vested interest in helping her run The Hughes Group.
This was Raymond's only plan. Under Daniel's protection, Margaret might live a worry-free life.
Raymond felt heavy-hearted and oppressed.
After finishing his will, he contacted his legal team, then took a cigarette from the pack on his desk, lighting it after several tries.
Raymond didn't know why, but he felt an inexplicable anxiety and sadness. Giving his beloved woman to someone else made him feel pathetic.
Today's cigarette tasted bitter and harsh.
After a few puffs, Raymond's eyes grew dry, and the corners turned red. His throat felt blocked, unable to swallow or spit.
A tear escaped his eye.
Salty.
Raymond rarely cried. He believed men shouldn't cry easily. He had cried in despair when his parents died.
He hadn't cried since.
The last time he cried was for Margaret, begging her to stop and accept treatment. But she hadn't reacted to his tears.
Now, everything was going according to his plan. Margaret was willing to have the surgery, but he felt an indescribable bitterness.
Raymond rolled up his sleeves and smoked one cigarette after another.
Suddenly, he felt warmth under his nose.
He wiped it with his hand and looked down to see bright red blood.
At Everpeak Mountain City Hospital, a nurse knocked on Margaret's door. She had just woken from a nap and noticed Margaret had pressed the call button.
After calling out several times with no response, the nurse grew uneasy and opened the door.
"Ms. Hughes—" The nurse walked in and saw Margaret lying in a pool of blood.
Margaret's body and clothes were soaked in blood.
The floor was a sea of red.
Margaret's eyes were closed, her face smeared with blood, both fresh and dried.
Blood still poured from her mouth and nose.
The sight made the usually composed nurse scream. She rushed to Margaret, checking her breathing, then ran to the door, shouting, "Ms. Hughes is having an episode! Her breathing is weak. We need to notify Dr. Jones and move up the liver transplant!"
Margaret was rushed to the operating room, hooked up to machines. Dr. Rufus worked to save her, while others contacted David and Raymond. The liver transplant couldn't wait until tomorrow; it had to happen now.
At the hotel, Raymond sent his will to his lawyer and handed it to Alvin. "If I don't make it back tomorrow, you must stay by Margaret's side and protect her."
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