Chapter 412: Will You Feel Sorry for Him, Will You Forgive Him?
The phone rang for what felt like forever.
A full sixty seconds.
Raymond's grip tightened around the steering wheel.
His heartbeat synced with the ringing.
Finally, the cold, mechanical voice on the other end said the person was unavailable and to try again later.
Was she still mad at him, ignoring his call?
Or maybe she was still asleep.
Or perhaps she was busy with something else.
These days, people always have their phones with them. How could she not see his call?
Raymond knew deep down that Margaret didn't want to answer. The Margaret of today wasn't the same as yesterday. They were back to being at each other's throats.
But he still wanted to fool himself into thinking she just didn't see his call, that it wasn't on purpose.
The rain poured down, pounding on the windshield of his Cullinan.
The wipers swished back and forth, clearing the raindrops only for a new layer of mist to blur the view again and again.
It was like the road of love between him and Margaret, full of obstacles. Just when he thought it was smooth sailing, fate threw another curveball.
Challenges, like relentless roadblocks, one after another, each more fierce and harder to overcome.
Raymond's lips pressed into a tight line, his face growing colder.
He had only three to six months left to live.
He never thought that someone as healthy as him, someone who had endured so much, someone so lonely and desperate for love, would have his life end so soon.
He suddenly remembered Margaret's harsh words: "Raymond, you deserve to die! You should be in hell! You shouldn't be alive! You should've died on your way back from that deal! You shouldn't have made it out of the ICU! I shouldn't have risked my life in that blizzard to pray for you!"
"Raymond, just die! Just die already!"
"How are you still alive? A devil like you is just wasting air!"
"Someone as ungrateful as you, do you think you'll have a good life? Your karma is coming! Even if I don't see it, I'll see it from heaven!"
Margaret's cruel words stabbed at his heart like a thousand knives.
He felt his heart was already a bloody mess, with no unscathed part left.
Was this karma? Was this Margaret's parents punishing him for mistreating her?
He thought that after their successful surgeries, he and Margaret could live a peaceful, healthy life together.
But fate always caught him off guard. Not only did Margaret regain her memory, but he was also diagnosed with leukemia.
If it had been before, he would have accepted the diagnosis calmly.
He was an orphan, living a lonely life for decades.
He should have died in that fire. It was hatred that kept him alive all these years.
He had longed for release, feeling so lonely, in pain, hated, and cursed by the one he loved. No one could understand his despair better than he did.
But now, he had tasted love, felt Margaret's care. His dead, numb heart had come back to life.
He couldn't just die now. He wasn't ready, and he couldn't leave things as they were.
If he died, what would happen to Margaret?
She was a woman, an orphan, who knew nothing.
The Hughes Group, if left to her, she wouldn't be able to manage it.
If he fell, the people at The Hughes Group would devour her, leaving nothing behind.
Raymond didn't want to die, didn't dare to die, couldn't die.
But how would Margaret react to his illness?
Would she feel sorry for him, forgive him?
Would she walk with him through his final days?
Would she stay by his side during treatment, just as he had done for her?
Countless questions swirled in Raymond's mind.
He hadn't eaten all day and was long past feeling hungry.
His stomach felt off too. Years of irregular schedules, smoking, high-stress work, and missed meals had taken their toll.
Even eating a little too much made his stomach hurt terribly.
Meanwhile...
Margaret walked numbly, expressionless, in the rain.
Her heart felt heavy, so heavy, so tired.
Tears and rain had long mixed together.
Percy's words echoed in her ears:
"Marlon never did a bad thing in his life, yet good people don't get good endings."
"Raymond found out the truth after Marlon's accident. He knew the fire was connected to Marlon but refused to admit it, forcing me to confess and trying to pin the blame on Marlon."
"Margaret, I'm sorry to you all. I'm even sorrier to The Hughes Family. Nancy and Marlon died unjustly."
Margaret's mind replayed the scene of Marlon's accident, lying outside the operating room, desperately needing money.
She called Raymond for help, and he coldly accused her of lying just to avoid divorce.
Nancy called Raymond, and he bluntly said he was an orphan with no parents.
Nancy cried in anger, slapping her several times.
To raise money, she knelt outside The Hughes Group in the snow.
He knew she feared the cold, yet he left with Sarah, leaving her to be swarmed by the media.
He knew how much she valued her family, that her parents were her life, yet he still drove them to their deaths.
Marlon fell from the balcony, and Raymond was right there.
If he had wanted to save Marlon, if he had wanted to spare him, Marlon wouldn't have jumped, trading his life for another.
She had empathized with him, thinking The Hughes Family owed Raymond, but it wasn't like that.
The fire had nothing to do with The Hughes Family.
Raymond knew the truth but still drove her parents to their deaths!
Margaret's mind was filled with images of Marlon coughing up blood, Nancy lying in the snow.
Why did it have to come to this?
Why, Raymond?
Even after avenging the wrong, you wouldn't stop tormenting The Hughes Family?
Margaret sobbed uncontrollably, feeling unfilial, as Nancy had said. It was her love that had brought this upon The Hughes Family.
People could be so heartless, so devoid of conscience.
Margaret broke down, crying hysterically, as passersby looked at her like she was a madwoman, a freak, a clown.
She cried without any regard for her image.
Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know now, I was so wrong. I brought a wolf into our home, leading to your untimely deaths.
But it's too late, too late.
You can't come back, you're gone forever.
An overwhelming sadness engulfed her heart.
Margaret walked across the street, head down, numb.
A car horn blared, piercing her eardrums, urging her to move.
At this moment, Margaret was like someone in a dream, lost in endless sorrow, no different from someone asleep.
She heard the screeching of tires on the asphalt but had no intention of moving.
Dad, Mom, I don't want to live anymore. Living is so exhausting, so exhausting.
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