Chapter 393: Raymond, You Are So Cold-Blooded
"You two haven't seen each other in a while, I shouldn't interrupt," Daniel said with a light chuckle over the phone.
Raymond reached out his hand towards Margaret, who understood and handed him the phone. Raymond smiled and said, "Why'd you come to The Hughes Group during work hours?"
"You think I enjoy cleaning up your mess?" Daniel's tone was still cold and mocking.
Raymond didn't take it to heart and kept smiling, "I'll treat you to dinner when I get back."
"One meal? You think that's enough?"
"What else do you want?"
"You really don't know?"
Of course, Raymond knew what he wanted. From the beginning, Daniel had only ever wanted Margaret.
But now that Raymond was awake, there was no way he would give Margaret up.
He could thank Daniel in other ways.
After hanging up, Margaret asked, "What were you two talking about? I couldn't understand."
"Nothing important."
"You could give him money. Daniel said he doesn't want to help for free."
"We can't always owe him favors." Raymond wasn't used to owing people, but he had owed Daniel too many times. It made him uneasy.
Soon, Raymond's health gradually improved, and he was ready to be discharged. Margaret was quite happy. The night before they returned to Silverbrook, she had a disorienting dream.
The dream was fragmented. She saw it was New Year's Eve, with lights glowing in every home.
Marlon lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, blood continuously flowing from his face. Nancy stood beside him.
Blood splattered on her white down jacket.
Marlon gasped for air, crimson blood bubbling from the corners of his mouth. His fingertips were also stained with blood.
He lay in Nancy's arms, reaching out to Margaret, struggling, crying, "..."
In the dream, Margaret cried and cried.
She reached out to touch his fingers, his blood-stained fingers brushed her cheek, wiping her tears, shaking his head. He didn't want her to cry.
But how could she not cry? How could she not be heartbroken? That was her father, dying in front of her. How could she remain indifferent?
Margaret was terrified. An ambulance arrived, and a group of people lifted Marlon onto the stretcher.
She held Marlon's hand, his fingertips growing colder.
Lights filled the sky, fireworks bursting one after another. The fireworks in the dream were beautiful, so beautiful and brilliant. She loved fireworks.
It was snowing too.
But she couldn't be happy.
In the dream, she called out for Raymond, hoping he would help her, but everyone was there except Raymond. Later, she couldn't find her mother either.
She was left alone, walking in the snow, fireworks exploding wildly above her head.
She felt like a lonely soul, breaking down in tears.
Suddenly, Nancy called her name, "Margaret." She turned to look at Nancy.
But Nancy slapped her hard across the face, "I don't have a shameless daughter like you! Don't call me Mom!"
Margaret was stunned by the slap.
"I'll strangle you, you idiot!" Nancy choked her tightly, and she fell into the snow, unable to breathe.
Her long hair spread out in the snow like pale flowers.
Endless sorrow enveloped her like a net.
Margaret wailed and struggled, begging Nancy to let go, not understanding why her own mother would want to strangle her.
What had she done to make Nancy so angry?
"Margaret, Margaret—" Just as she was about to lose consciousness, a calming voice reached her ears.
A voice that brought warmth.
The voice told her to wake up.
With great effort, she opened her eyes and realized she was in a hospital room at Everpeak Mountain City.
Raymond was lying beside her on the same bed.
He held her, wiping her tears, "Why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?"
He looked genuinely concerned.
Margaret didn't want him to worry, "It's nothing. Just a dream."
On the way back to Silverbrook, Margaret was quiet and uninterested.
She was confused. Raymond had told her she was an orphan, but the scenes in her dream were so vivid. It felt like her parents had been with her until she was an adult.
And how did her parents die?
Why did Nancy call her an idiot and get so angry she wanted to strangle her?
When they returned to Raymond's villa, it was already night.
Raymond had taken a shower and was wearing a loose, dark green silk pajama set, revealing a lot of smooth skin. His broad shoulders and narrow waist made him look both sexy and fit.
As he approached, Margaret could smell the shampoo in his hair and the scent of his body wash.
He lifted the corner of the blanket and got into bed next to Margaret.
The mattress sank slightly, and Margaret was pulled into his arms, "What's on your mind? What's wrong?"
"Raymond, did we really grow up together, childhood sweethearts, in the same village?" Margaret looked up at him seriously.
Raymond's eyelid twitched at her question, his expression momentarily stunned.
The hand around her waist tightened slightly.
Why was she asking this? Had she remembered something? Just when happiness was within reach, with their wedding soon to be rescheduled, why was she suddenly focused on her past?
Margaret watched his subtle expressions but couldn't see through him. She had no idea that beneath Raymond's calm exterior was a heart trembling with fear.
"We grew up in the same village as orphans, right?" Margaret thought he hadn't heard her and pressed on.
Raymond squinted, testing her, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
Margaret, trusting him completely, didn't notice his probing and answered honestly, "Because I had a dream last night. I dreamed my dad died in front of me. He bled a lot."
Margaret's eyes were downcast.
She didn't see Raymond's other arm, supporting himself on the mattress, tense with bulging veins. He felt parched, like he was walking a tightrope over a cliff.
He was cautious, afraid of slipping and falling into an abyss.
Raymond was more terrified than Margaret. He didn't know what else her dream might have revealed.
"Margaret, did you remember something?" Raymond murmured.
Margaret looked up at him, feeling desolate, and shook her head, "No, it was just a fragmented dream. In the dream, I couldn't find you. My dad died, and you weren't there. You weren't by my side. I called for you until my voice was hoarse, but you never appeared, never helped me. Raymond, in that dream, you were like an invisible man, completely useless. So cold, so indifferent. You could watch my dad die, watch me get strangled, and you wouldn't show up."
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