Chapter 405: Margaret, You Are Going to Hell
Raymond sped to the bar, parked his car, and jumped out.
Alvin was waiting at the entrance. When he spotted Raymond, he hurried down the steps.
As they walked inside, Raymond asked, "How's Sarah holding up?"
"Mr. Howard, Ms. Martinez is a mess. She's crying and threatening to end it all. I took away anything sharp, but she won't stop. She keeps asking for you," Alvin replied, his voice flat.
When they reached the door of the private room, Raymond could hear Sarah's sobbing. His relaxed demeanor vanished.
"She kicked me out and locked herself in."
"Did she really break it off?"
"Yeah, and she returned the two million you gave her."
Raymond shot Alvin a look, and Alvin knocked on the door. No answer. Raymond called out, saying he was there.
The door flew open.
Sarah threw herself at Raymond, crying, "Raymond, I knew you still cared about me. Boohoo."
Raymond instinctively stepped aside.
Sarah stumbled and fell, hoping Raymond would help her up. Instead, Raymond signaled Alvin, who caught her. "Ms. Martinez, you're really drunk. Mr. Howard has a wife; it's not right for you to cling to him."
"Get off me," Sarah snapped at Alvin, glaring. How dare someone like him touch her?
Alvin's expression darkened.
Raymond looked at her coldly. "Sarah, my patience has limits. Enough is enough."
"I'll wait outside. You have five minutes to get her out," Raymond said, giving Alvin a glance before walking out with one hand in his pocket.
Sarah was livid. She hadn't expected Raymond to bring Alvin.
Alvin sneered, "Ms. Martinez, didn't see that coming, did you?"
Carrying Sarah out, Raymond was leaning against the car door, smoking.
When he saw them, Raymond stubbed out his cigarette and opened the back door. Alvin put Sarah inside.
"Take her to the hospital. And get Hubert to check on her," Raymond ordered coldly as he leaned back in his seat.
Alvin called Hubert while driving to the hospital.
Sarah was confused. "Why are you taking me to the hospital? I don't want to go. Raymond, take me home."
"Your depression's back. I can't leave you alone. Once you're better, I'll send you abroad."
"You think I'm in the way of you and Margaret?" Sarah laughed bitterly, her face flushed from the alcohol.
Raymond said, "You could say that."
"So you came tonight just to tell me you're sending me away?"
"Sarah, between Margaret and you, I'll always choose her. Don't kid yourself."
"Even though I helped you financially?"
"I'll only say this once."
"My illness isn't that easy to cure, and I won't go abroad for treatment. I'll stay away from her," Sarah said, trying to keep her anger in check.
Raymond sneered, "You think this is a negotiation?"
"So you're just informing me. Raymond, get this straight. She's the daughter of your enemy. You should hate her. You should care about me, not her!" Sarah shouted angrily.
She couldn't keep up the act any longer. Raymond was driving her crazy. What had Margaret done to him to make him so confused?
"Do your parents know how obsessed you are with her? They were killed by Marlon, burned to ashes! Raymond, do you think you're honoring your dead parents? Aren't you afraid they'll rise from their graves to curse you for being unfilial?"
"Sarah!"
"And Margaret, do you think she loves you? She might rely on you now, but that's because she lost her memory! How long can you keep this up?"
"That's none of your concern."
"Right, not my concern. I knew Margaret before you did. Family means more to her than lovers. Raymond, if she regains her memory, she'll cut ties with you. Everything you're doing is in vain! She won't appreciate it. She'll only hate you for her parents' tragic deaths. Only I truly care about you!"
Raymond had had enough. "Stop the car."
The car pulled over immediately.
Raymond looked at Alvin. "Make sure Ms. Martinez gets to Hubert safely."
"Yes, Mr. Howard," Alvin said, gripping the steering wheel.
Raymond opened the door. Sarah cried out, "Where are you going? Aren't you taking me?"
Ignoring her, Raymond closed the door.
He watched the car speed away.
Standing under the dim streetlight, facing the cold wind, his shadow stretched long and thin.
He had left his phone in the car in his haste. Raymond lit a cigarette, Sarah's words still stinging.
Yes, Margaret was the daughter of his enemy. His parents might indeed think he was ungrateful.
But Raymond was hopelessly in love with Margaret. No reason, no suspense.
Margaret had become an indispensable part of his life.
Raymond walked towards his apartment. It had been a long time since he had walked alone on such a desolate night.
He didn't know what his beloved woman was going through at that moment.
In an old factory.
Margaret was tied up, a dirty sock stuffed in her mouth.
She had been unconscious.
A bucket of filthy water woke her up.
Opening her eyes, Margaret was hit by a foul stench. She saw her hair, draped over her shoulders, streaked with yellow.
The smell of excrement and urine filled her nose and mouth.
Margaret felt nauseous, bile rising from her stomach, but with the sock in her mouth, it went back down.
She was in agony.
"Bitch! You think you're so tough? You escaped last time, but this time I'll kill you!" Evelyn shouted, slapping Margaret hard.
Margaret fell to the ground.
Her phone fell out of her pocket.
"Give me two minutes, and you'll be in hell!" Evelyn kicked Margaret a few times before rummaging through a medical kit.
Margaret used her foot to drag the phone closer. With her bound hands, she used facial recognition to unlock it.
She quickly found Raymond's number and called.
The phone rang. Margaret swallowed nervously. Raymond, pick up.
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