Chapter 383 I Don't Want Money, I Don't Want Daniel, I Only Want You
Margaret took a cab to the base of Everpeak Mountain. At the top stood a church, the very one she had seen in the online posts.
She had read comments from other users saying that the church was particularly effective if you were sincere. She had no other options left.
Margaret was originally an atheist, not believing in ghosts or gods. But now, she was desperate. For Raymond, she hoped that sincerity would indeed bring divine intervention.
After paying the fare, Margaret opened the car door and stepped out. The cab sped away.
A gust of cold wind blew, lifting Margaret's dark hair and sticking it to her pale cheeks, making it hard for her to breathe. She had left in such a hurry that she hadn't brought a thick coat.
She was only wearing a thin, striped hospital gown.
The loose gown did little to protect her from the biting wind, which cut through it like a sharp knife, stabbing at her body.
Margaret shivered from the cold.
Her snow boots crunched on the snow-covered ground.
She looked up and saw Everpeak Mountain, covered in a blanket of white, with a winding, rugged path leading up. Margaret didn't dare to walk straight to the top; she feared her sincerity might not be enough.
That God might not be willing to protect Raymond.
Her nose was red from the cold.
Margaret took a deep breath, ignoring her weakened state from the recent surgery, and knelt in the snow.
She spread her hands flat on the snow.
Her forehead touched the silent white ground. The cold seeped through her hands, her thin hospital gown, and into her bones. Margaret's face turned even paler.
She was so cold that she couldn't get up for a long time. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself up, took a step forward, and knelt again, bowing her head in prayer.
The mountain path was rugged and difficult to traverse, especially with her bowing at every step.
Margaret used all her strength, her forehead hitting the thin layer of snow heavily, the hard soil and small stones scraping against her flawless forehead.
At first, she could feel the pain, but soon she became numb.
Large snowflakes fell, blurring Margaret's vision.
She could no longer see the path ahead.
The deep cold snow fell on her cheeks, her eyelashes, making her look pitiful and fragile.
Maybe it was the heavy snow, or maybe her snow boots slipped, but after bowing her head, she stood up and fell heavily into the snow.
Margaret had just had surgery, and her wound still ached.
Her bones felt like they were about to shatter.
The icy snow covered her face and limbs.
Margaret's mind flashed back to the night of her surgery. Raymond had suddenly told her he had to go on a business trip. She had thrown a tantrum, refusing to take the same elevator as him.
She had shut the door in his face when he tried to enter her room to comfort her.
If she had known Raymond would get into a car accident on his way back to see her, she would never have acted that way!
She would never have let him go on that trip.
Suddenly, she remembered Raymond pinning her against the door, his large hand around her waist, the other hand, wrapped in bandages, cradling her head to protect it from hitting the door.
She hadn't wanted his kisses or his attempts to comfort her, but his kisses were so domineering, so passionate, so gentle.
Raymond and Alvin were about to disappear down the hallway when she called out to him.
"Raymond, I'll wait for you to come back. We both need to try our best. I'll get through my surgery, and you handle the business deal. When all this is over, I want to be your bride again."
Those were the last words she had said to him.
Lost in thought, the snow on her body, face, and hair piled up, growing colder. She snapped back to reality, gritting her teeth, and slowly pushed herself up from the snow.
She kept encouraging herself, "Margaret, for Raymond, you have to keep going. Stand up!"
The mountain path was incredibly difficult to walk.
But with memories of Raymond, it didn't seem so hard.
It was like a mirage, giving her strength.
Margaret bowed and prayed again and again, her body swaying with exhaustion.
The wind howled, making her look even more fragile.
She was so cold, so cold that her whole body was numb, with no warmth left.
But she couldn't give up, couldn't turn back. She had come this far, and there was no way back.
God was watching from above.
Maybe the harsh environment was making her brain conjure up beautiful memories, giving her endless strength.
She remembered Raymond carrying her to visit her parents' graves.
Writing postcards together in a tea shop, his mysterious demeanor.
"Margaret, don't give up. I want you to live well."
"Margaret, I can't bear to deceive you."
"Honey, I'll only show you once, watch carefully."
His words, gentle and magnetic, echoed in her ears.
Margaret took a deep breath, dragging her numb body, and knelt again.
"Raymond, I'm useless. I'm just an orphan, and you've taken such good care of me all these years. I don't know how to save you, so I'm using this foolish method, hoping God will protect you."
"Raymond, wake up."
"I miss you."
"Really, I miss you so much. I can't live without you."
"Alvin said you left me money, left me The Hughes Group, and even wanted to set me up with Daniel. You big fool, you have no idea what's in my heart."
"I don't want money, I don't want The Hughes Group, and I don't want Daniel."
"Margaret only wants you, even if you have no money, even if you have nothing, Margaret only wants you."
"We've come this far, you're a strong man, how can you not make it? How can you not wake up?"
"The Hughes Group has so many employees, what will they do if you die?"
Margaret cried out in her heart, her nose stinging, but she couldn't cry anymore. Her tears had dried up.
After bowing 5,555 times, kneeling 5,555 times, and falling 4,000 times, Margaret finally reached the top of the mountain.
By the time she arrived, it was already afternoon.
There was only one priest at the church, sweeping the snow with a broom.
Inside, the sound of a woman crying echoed, filled with despair and heartbreak.
The priest looked over and saw Margaret kneeling on the ground, hands clasped in prayer, her back to him.
Margaret didn't know why, but seeing the solemn and majestic cross of Jesus, her tears began to fall uncontrollably, like a child who had finally found their mother after being wronged.
Margaret's hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
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