Chapter 380: Happiness Written on the Face
The second call went straight to voicemail again.
Margaret's frustration was building up. She bit her lip and was about to dial the third number when a message popped up.
"Margaret, I'm swamped right now and can't take calls. Alvin told me your surgery went well. Hang in there and wait for me to come back."
Seeing the message, Margaret felt a lump in her throat, and tears started to fall, splashing onto her phone screen. He told her to wait for him, and she had always been good, always listened to him.
Finally, she got a message from him, even if it was just a text! It was enough to know he was okay, that he was safe.
Margaret's fingers trembled as she typed out her thoughts, pouring out her feelings in a long message.
"Raymond, David said I'm recovering well and can get out of bed and walk. I've been really good. How are things on your end? I heard your business trip isn't going smoothly. Is there anything I can help with?"
No reply.
She kept typing.
"I feel like I'm just a burden to you. I'm sorry for being a hassle. Raymond, please take care of yourself while you're away. I'll wait for you to come back. We still need to have our wedding and do so many things together."
"I've been feeling uneasy these past few days, always worried something happened to you. I'm so relieved you're okay. The best thing in life is to be safe and sound. I don't have my parents anymore, I can't lose you too. Please come back safely."
"You don't have to reply right away. Focus on your work. When you're not so busy, can we video chat or call? I miss you so much. I want to hear your voice and see you. It would make me feel at ease. Just a quick look or a few words would be enough."
"Raymond, did you know? The night before my surgery, my condition suddenly worsened, and I thought I wouldn't make it. I was so sad, afraid I wouldn't be able to keep our promises. But I made it through, thanks to God. I thought if I died, I'd find you in my next life. Thankfully, it was just my imagination."
"Raymond, what kind of wedding do you want? I'm curious about what you wrote on your postcard. When you come back, let's look at it together."
Margaret sent a long string of messages, saying whatever came to mind, without any order. But loving someone is uncontrollable and illogical.
Despite sending so many messages, there was no reply.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed. She wished he would reply, even just a simple "okay."
But there was nothing.
She kept comforting herself, telling herself not to be dramatic. He was working hard for their future! She was an orphan with nothing, she didn't deserve Raymond.
It was Raymond's love that made her different from other girls.
So she had to be good, sensible, and wait for him without causing trouble.
Raymond's message had a magical effect on Margaret, washing away all her worries and filling her with joy.
That simple message, though brief, carried his essence. She read it over and over, each time with a smile.
She wished time would fly, so he could finish his work abroad and come back to her, to their beautiful future together.
At that moment, Margaret was lost in her happiness, completely unaware that Raymond was lying in the ICU, just down the hall from her.
Only a wall separated them.
The door to her room opened, and Margaret looked up to see Daniel coming in with a bag of fruit. He placed the fruit on the table and started peeling an apple for her.
"Margaret, something good happen?" Daniel asked with a grin.
Margaret was taken aback. Was it that obvious?
She couldn't hide it?
Seeing her silence, he added, "You might as well write 'I'm happy' on your face."
"I got a message from Raymond," Margaret said, her smile widening.
Daniel paused in his peeling. "That's it?"
"That's it."
A single text could make her happy for so long. She was so lovesick, but Raymond was worth it.
Margaret suddenly felt down again. Daniel asked, "Why the sudden change?"
"He's too busy. I sent him a lot of messages, but he didn't reply."
"Maybe he's just swamped," Daniel said, handing her the apple.
She took it. "Do you think he finds me too clingy, bothering him at work? Maybe I should send fewer messages."
"No way. If I were him, I'd be thrilled to see my girl caring about me and sharing her life. It's a kind of happiness."
"That's just your opinion. He didn't reply to me. Even a quick 'okay' would be fine."
"Give it some time. Maybe he'll reply when he's less busy."
"Daniel, thank you."
"Thank me?"
"Talking to you makes me feel a lot better. You're good at comforting people."
"That's good to hear." Daniel's smile widened. Chatting with her and making her happy gave him a sense of purpose. He had always wanted to do something for her but never had the chance.
Before leaving the room, Margaret called out to him, "Daniel."
"What's up?" He turned back.
Margaret hesitated, then looked at him seriously. "I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me. Raymond and I owe you a lot. But—"
"But what?"
"You can't hit him again!"
"Even if he does something wrong?" Daniel asked with a smile.
"No matter what he does, you can't lay a hand on him! If you hit him again, I'll cut ties with you. We won't be friends anymore! I'm serious!" Margaret said, puffing her cheeks.
Daniel's smile grew.
His smile stiffened for a moment, then he said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Thank you."
"We're friends, no need to thank me," Daniel said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
Margaret sighed in relief.
Her phone, tucked in her hospital gown pocket, suddenly buzzed.
Was Raymond done with work and replying to her?
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