Chapter 397: If You Don't Want Me, I Will Truly Go Crazy
Margaret glanced at her shoulder. "You can lean on me if you need to."
"No need," Raymond said, laughing through his tears.
Margaret gently pressed his head onto her shoulder. "We're married, no need to be so polite."
"Margaret, I took what you said seriously."
"What?" Margaret looked at him, puzzled.
He calmed down, his eyes red as he looked at her. "You said you'd always be with me. I'm not joking. If you leave me, I'll go crazy."
"I won't leave you, sweetheart."
"What if one day you find out I've done something wrong?"
"Even if you did something wrong, I'd listen to your explanation. I believe your intentions are good."
Raymond suddenly sat up and hugged her tightly, very tightly. With Margaret's reassurance, he felt much more secure.
He wasn't afraid of Margaret remembering anymore. As long as their love was deep enough, she would forgive him.
But Raymond overestimated their relationship. Perhaps Margaret relied on him and had feelings for him now, but all of this was based on her amnesia.
He thought that day would never come.
Fate seemed to be against him. Margaret not only remembered but left him in the most drastic and final way possible.
She jumped from the building, landing in the snow.
At that moment, he realized that in the face of fate, humans are like ants. No matter how powerful he was, he couldn't fight destiny.
The current happiness, possession, and joy were all just preludes to separation.
By the time Raymond understood, it was too late. Many things, once missed, are gone forever. Fate only gives one chance.
If you can't grasp it, it's truly gone.
After Margaret's death, Raymond's hair turned white overnight.
But he didn't have the ability to foresee the future. The current Raymond was immersed in an unreal, dreamlike happiness.
In reality, this so-called happiness was like soap bubbles, beautiful and colorful under the sunlight, but easily shattered by the touch of fate.
After Margaret fell asleep, Raymond lifted the blanket, turned over, and sat up. Wearing loose pajamas and slippers, he walked out of the bedroom.
Tonight's moonlight was beautiful, pure and elegant, falling on the balcony.
He walked over, took out a pack of cigarettes, shook one out, and put it in his mouth, lighting it.
He glanced at the sky, which was filled with stars, like scattered diamonds across the horizon.
His mother once said that when people die, they become stars in the sky, watching over him.
Unknowingly, his parents had been gone for twenty years.
They had just passed away when Raymond was very young, only ten years old. He was small then. Just a few days after his parents were burned to death, it was his eleventh birthday.
He remembered that birthday was terrible. He was beaten up by the kids at the orphanage, and it was Sarah who helped him.
But he didn't talk to her then because he thought she was meddling. He wanted to die; he was an orphan, without family, isolated, and life seemed meaningless.
His birthday was spent in the cold and rain, crying his heart out, looking at the sky, calling for his parents. But no matter how he called, there were no stars that night.
Raymond bit down on his cigarette, smoke slowly exhaling from his mouth and nose. Behind his glasses were complex, tired eyes. "Dad, Mom, are you doing well up there?"
"I've grown up and avenged you."
"But I'm not happy at all. I'm so tired, so weary. To avenge you, to avoid nightmares, to prevent you from calling me ungrateful, I almost lost my own family."
"Marlon is dead too. Have you seen him?"
"Dad, Mom, I want to live a normal life."
"I want to grow old with the woman I love and have our own child."
"Please watch over me from above, protect Margaret, keep us safe and carefree."
"If possible, please bless me with eternal happiness."
"Don't let Margaret remember those awful things."
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Raymond took out his phone. It was Rufus from Everpeak Mountain City Hospital. He answered.
"Mr. Raymond Howard, how are you and Mrs. Margaret Howard feeling?"
"We're okay."
"By the way, Mr. Howard, I have something to tell you. The amnesia treatment usually requires two injections. Does Mrs. Margaret Howard need the booster shot?"
Raymond paused, holding his cigarette. "What happens if she doesn't get it?"
"If she doesn't, she might remember some past fragments. But even with the shot, she might still remember. It's a matter of probability."
Raymond's eyelid twitched. No wonder she had those dreams; she hadn't received the second shot.
"Only two shots?"
"Yes, only two. Mr. Howard, if Mrs. Margaret Howard's memories are too painful, I recommend continuing the injections. Otherwise, if she remembers, she might develop depression or bipolar disorder again, possibly even worse. Mrs. Margaret Howard just had surgery and needs rest. But it's uncertain; this treatment hasn't been used domestically. Mrs. Margaret Howard is the first."
Yes, her past memories were too heavy, so heavy that she preferred death over treatment.
Margaret before the amnesia was terrifying.
There was no way to communicate properly.
Especially now that he had tasted happiness, he wanted to keep deceiving her forever.
He didn't dare to gamble on the odds.
"Come to Silverbrook and give Margaret the booster shot."
"Yes, Mr. Howard."
The call ended, and Alvin's call came in: "Mr. Raymond Howard, Hubert found out you're back and wants to see you. He's detained the assistant who swapped Mrs. Margaret Howard's medical report, waiting for your decision."
Hubert.
Raymond's mouth curled coldly around his cigarette. If Alvin hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten.
Back then, to avenge Margaret, he had taken Hubert's arm and had him beaten nearly to death.
Though it was a crime of negligence, an unintentional mistake.
"Have him come to The Hughes Group tomorrow to see me."
"Yes, Mr. Howard."
"Prepare gifts for each employee at The Hughes Group."
Alvin paused for a second, then respectfully said, "Yes."
Just as he hung up, a pair of slender arms wrapped tightly around his strong waist. "Why are you out here? Raymond, you scared me, coming out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping."
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