Chapter 391 The Geese Fly in Pairs
Raymond and Margaret were getting better day by day, maybe because they had each other.
Raymond was gradually able to go outside. He'd wake up feeling sore all over, and Margaret would push his wheelchair, taking him for a stroll around the hospital grounds to breathe in the fresh air.
They watched the clouds drift by and the sun set, the evening glow painting the sky a brilliant red.
The endless blizzards had finally stopped.
Margaret stayed with Raymond, watching the sturdy trees around the hospital. The once bare branches were now sprouting fresh green buds.
A clear blue sky was dotted with flocks of geese flying in pairs.
On a nearby power line, two unknown birds perched close together, seemingly deep in conversation.
It felt like everything was thriving, with new life replacing the old.
Margaret pushed Raymond’s wheelchair, while Alvin followed at a distance, deliberately giving them space to talk.
“Raymond,” Margaret began hesitantly as she pushed the wheelchair.
Raymond lifted his eyelids to look at her. “What’s up?”
“How about we have our wedding once we’re out of the hospital?” Margaret bit her lip.
Raymond smiled. “In such a hurry to become my bride?”
“I’ve been feeling uneasy lately, like something bad might happen. Raymond, after everything we’ve been through, I’ve realized something important. We need to cherish the people we have now and do what we want while we still can. We can’t wait or delay. Good things don’t come to those who wait; they just bring more uncertainty.”
“Raymond, will you marry me again? I’ve forgotten all our beautiful memories. I want to remember them again. This time, I won’t forget.” Margaret murmured.
Raymond squinted, a smile reaching his eyes. “Are you proposing to me?”
“Sort of.”
The air suddenly felt heavy. Margaret waited for his response, but several seconds passed without him saying a word.
What did his silence mean?
Margaret’s heart raced, anxiety building up. She swallowed nervously. Was he having second thoughts? Did he not want to marry her anymore? Didn’t he realize how much courage it took for her, as a woman, to say something like this?
Raymond reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away, feeling dejected. “I was just joking. If you don’t want to, forget I said anything.”
“Okay.”
He only said “okay”?
Margaret felt a mix of emotions. Did she have no dignity left?
Did “okay” mean he really didn’t want to have the wedding anymore?
Margaret felt a lump in her throat. She lost interest in their walk and pushed his wheelchair back to the hospital.
In the elevator, she didn’t say a word. Her fingers gripped the wheelchair handles tightly. It was ironic. She thought they had overcome all their hardships and could finally be together.
Happily together.
But now he had changed his mind.
How could someone’s feelings change so quickly? After all these years, a car accident changed everything?
Did he think she was a burden? Did he think she, an orphan, wasn’t good enough for the president of The Hughes Group? Did he want a younger, more beautiful wife who could help him more?
But Margaret remained calm. Objectively speaking, she wasn’t a good match for Raymond. She felt inferior.
And she had her pride.
If Raymond truly didn’t want to be with her anymore, she would leave without looking back and wish him well.
She wouldn’t cling to him. After all, they had been childhood sweethearts, and he had loved her for so many years.
In the elevator, there were only three people: Raymond, Margaret, and Alvin.
But Margaret felt the atmosphere was suffocatingly heavy.
Even though the liver transplant was successful, it didn’t change the outcome.
Raymond sat quietly in the wheelchair, his gaze on his pale fingers, not speaking to Margaret.
Back in the hospital room, Margaret couldn’t hold back anymore. She had been observing Raymond, testing him.
She couldn’t believe he didn’t notice her bad mood. On the way back, he had several minutes to comfort her, but he didn’t. He didn’t explain anything.
Had he really changed his mind?
Margaret felt a wave of sadness and bitterness. Her heart ached. She felt pathetic, still longing for someone who had rejected her.
Her eyes filled with tears, but Margaret was inexplicably strong. In the past, she would have cried in front of Raymond.
Now she didn’t want to. If she wasn’t loved anymore, crying wouldn’t make anyone feel sorry for her.
She no longer had that right. Instead, it would make him laugh at her.
Love was gone; she couldn’t lose her dignity too.
Margaret forced back her tears, but the lump in her throat wouldn’t go away. It hurt.
She pretended nothing was wrong and looked at Alvin. “Take good care of him. I’m going back to my room. I need to take my medicine.”
Alvin didn’t dare respond, looking at Raymond for guidance.
Raymond looked at Alvin. “Bring Margaret’s medicine here.”
Alvin nodded with a smile and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Margaret wasn’t buying it. He wouldn’t marry her again, so why bother bringing her medicine?
She turned to leave.
A slender hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. “He’ll bring your medicine. Just wait here.”
“I want to go back to my room to take it,” Margaret said, trying to pull away.
But his grip was strong, and she couldn’t break free.
Margaret’s eyes reddened instantly. She tried to pry his fingers off her wrist. “I said I want to go back to my room.”
Instead of letting go, he pulled her closer.
She didn’t want to look at him. Seeing him made her angry.
But Raymond held her arms firmly. The difference in their strength was clear, and she was forced to face him.
Her eyes were red, her hair messily framing her face like an angry little beast.
“Are you mad?” Raymond asked with a deep, amused voice.
Margaret replied, “No.”
“If you’re not mad, then listen to me,” Raymond said, his voice low and soothing like a violin.
Margaret frowned. “I don’t want to listen.”
“You’re clearly mad, but you won’t admit it?”
“Raymond, why are you like this? I said I’m not mad! Let go of me! I need to take my medicine!” Margaret snapped, her anger flaring.
Raymond didn’t let go, looking at her seriously. “If I don’t comfort you, you won’t sleep tonight. I don’t want my wife to get sick.”
“Who’s your wife? I don’t need your comfort!”
“We have a marriage certificate. You can’t deny it.”
“We’ll get divorced when we get back.”
“I don’t do divorce, only widowhood. You survived a major ordeal; you’ll live another fifty years easily.” Raymond’s eyes were full of laughter. He spoke gently, willing to change for Margaret, something he wouldn’t have done before.
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