Chapter 415: Raymond's Retribution Has Completely Arrived
Raymond gripped the spoon so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hand, with its prominent veins, was tense.
Margaret knew he was angry, but he was holding it in. Every time he got mad, he would just look at her coldly without saying a word.
"Get out. I don't want to see your face."
"Margaret, can't we just call a truce for a few months?" Raymond took a deep breath, trying to calm the fire inside him, and softened his tone.
Margaret smirked. "Are you begging me, Mr. Howard?"
"If you think I am, then yes."
He really was.
He didn't have much time left. Couldn't they just have a few good months together?
He was going to die soon, and then her wish would be fulfilled.
Margaret sneered, her lips curling up in a mocking smile. "Too bad, I'm not buying it."
She wasn't buying it, but the old Margaret would have.
As long as he lowered his pride a little, she would forgive him, asking for kisses and hugs.
They had been such a loving couple, and in just a few short years, they had come to this.
"Margaret, can we eat first and argue later?"
"No. Take it away. Get out." Margaret glanced at the door, issuing her command.
Raymond sighed.
"Are you holding back for me, Mr. Howard? You don't have to. Go find Sarah. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to smile at you."
"You've already taken your wedding photos. When are you planning to get married? We're divorced, and you still haven't married her? You're such a bad man, truly despicable."
Raymond thought she was jealous. If she was jealous, that was a good sign. It meant she still cared.
He tried to explain, "What if I told you I never planned to marry her? Would you believe me?"
"Does it matter if I believe you?"
"It does."
"I see. Take your porridge and leave."
"Margaret..."
Raymond wanted to say more.
Margaret, feeling a surge of irritation, picked up the bowl of porridge and threw it into the trash right in front of him.
Raymond's hand clenched at his side.
Did she hate him that much? Did she despise him so much that she would throw away the porridge he made?
His heart felt like it was being crushed, the pain almost unbearable.
Raymond's health had been poor since he had a liver removed.
Now, he was diagnosed with late-stage leukemia, and his face was pale.
Suddenly, he felt dizzy, his vision flickering. Raymond took a few steps back, leaning against the wall for support.
Margaret noticed his pallor. Was he sick?
Or had he not rested well?
But then she remembered that the man standing before her was the one who had ruined the Hughes family.
Margaret's moment of softness hardened instantly.
Margaret, how long are you going to feel sorry for him? How long are you going to be fooled by him?
It's all a ploy. Can't you see?
Think of your parents who died in vain—
Raymond's vision cleared, and he could see again. He thought Margaret would be worried about him, would ask if he was okay.
If he was having health issues.
But all he saw was Margaret's cold, indifferent gaze, as if she was looking at a stranger.
Of course, they were divorced now. To her, he was just a stranger.
Margaret sneered. "Done with your act?"
Raymond couldn't hold back his anger any longer. "You think I'm acting? Margaret, do you even know—"
Actually, I don't have much time left.
You won't have many more days to see me.
But Margaret cut him off, not giving him a chance to speak. "If you say you're not acting, then you're not. Can you leave now?"
"Margaret, what will it take for you to eat? You just had a liver transplant not long ago. If you don't eat, how will your body cope?" Raymond frowned. "You can be mad at me, but you can't joke around with your health."
Margaret was ungrateful. "Did I ask for this surgery?"
Indeed, he had given her the surgery without her consent, using an amnesia drug.
In a way, he had deceived her.
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."
"Then tell me, what am I thinking?"
He did have some ulterior motives.
"You just want to keep me alive so you can continue to torment me, right? You get a kick out of it? If you like tormenting people so much, go find Sarah."
Her words made his face darken.
He squinted at her for a long moment.
"Margaret, I realize you don't understand me at all. Not one bit." He laughed bitterly.
His only ulterior motive was to see her live a long, happy life, free from worries, to keep him company so he wouldn't be so lonely.
But to her, it was just another way to torment her.
What kind of scheme would require him to give up a liver?
He wasn't crazy!
Raymond sighed, staring at Margaret on the bed.
But she wouldn't even try to comfort him, not even a glance. That would have been enough to heal him.
Such a small, humble wish, and she wouldn't grant it.
How much did she hate him?
Raymond chuckled bitterly, then turned to leave.
"Close the door. And from now on, don't come in without knocking unless I give you permission." Her voice was cold, making it even harder for him to breathe.
Raymond wasn't someone without a temper.
In the past, if she had spoken to him like this, he would have argued with her.
He would have given her the silent treatment.
He would have slammed the door and left.
But now, he was too sad to argue, too tired to slam the door. He was afraid that any rash action, any anger, would make their already broken relationship even worse.
Raymond quietly left the room.
He closed the door softly behind him.
He walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face, trying to calm his anger.
He looked down at the sink.
Blood was dripping onto the sink.
Was he having another nosebleed?
He looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror, dark circles under his eyes, blood streaming from his nose.
It dripped down his chin into the sink.
He wiped the blood away with his rough fingers.
His nose hurt, but not as much as his heart.
Being treated coldly by the one you love was suffocating.
Margaret, Raymond knew he was wrong. There was no such thing as empathy in this world. As you wished, Raymond's retribution had come.
Soon, your wish will be fulfilled.
When I'm gone, I hope every day of your life is filled with happiness and joy, and that you forget all the pain, storms, and disasters I brought you.
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