Chapter 424 Blood Staining the White Snow Beneath
It was snowing when she was born, and on the day she left this world, it was snowing again.
Margaret wondered if this was some kind of fate.
She extended her hand, letting the snowflakes fall onto her palm, cold and icy, just like her heart at this moment.
It was freezing.
Today was really cold, like winter had returned.
She had only been standing for a moment, but her cheeks felt like they were being cut by knives.
Her feet, clad in snow boots, were numb and cold, her whole body felt like it had lost all sensation.
Step by step, she moved forward.
Margaret lowered her eyelids and saw the white expanse below the apartment.
From the second floor, it wasn't too high, but it wasn't low either.
If she jumped, she might not die, but she would likely be disabled for life, or end up like Marlon after his car accident, a vegetable lying in a hospital bed, never waking up.
But she didn't want that.
She couldn't hold on any longer.
She was too tired, too weary.
She thought, 'Dad, Mom, will you come to get me? Will you forgive me?'
When people were about to die, they were filled with fear and dread.
Even Margaret, who longed for death, was no different.
The white ground below made her dizzy.
Fear of death was instinctual.
Everyone wanted to live well.
But fate had never been kind to her, never intended to let her go.
The cold wind kept blowing.
Strands of hair fluttered in the wind.
Margaret closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and took a big step forward.
She leaped.
"Someone jumped!"
"Someone jumped!"
As she fell, she heard people shouting.
The wind whistled past her ears.
Margaret had no idea who was shouting.
Before she could react, her body hit the white snow-covered ground with a thud.
The pain was only momentary.
Before she could even feel it, she lost consciousness.
The security guard heard the heavy thud and rushed out of the security room, seeing Margaret in her white knit dress.
She blended into the snow.
Snowflakes fell on her cheeks and body.
Her eyelashes were covered in cold snow.
Her makeup was still immaculate.
Then, bright red blood started to flow from her mouth, nose, and eyes.
The white snow beneath her turned red, striking and tragic.
The security guard recognized Margaret. He was stunned at first, thinking he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was indeed Margaret.
The guard turned pale with fear, swallowed nervously, and quickly took out his phone to call Raymond.
At The Hughes Group.
Raymond was in a meeting.
He had just rejected another department's proposal and was irritably tugging at his tie.
His phone was face down on the table and on silent mode.
At that moment, the security guard's calls went unanswered.
Outside the conference room, Alvin was working methodically.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
He picked it up and swiped to answer, "Hello, The Hughes Group, who is this?"
"Alvin, it's me, the security guard at Mr. Raymond Howard's apartment. Mrs. Howard is in trouble! Get Mr. Howard to come back quickly!"
"What happened to Mrs. Howard?" Alvin immediately put down his files, his tone serious.
The guard quickly explained what he had seen and heard.
"Alvin, I've already called an ambulance, but it hasn't arrived yet. What should we do? You need to tell Mr. Howard right away."
"Okay, I understand."
Alvin hung up and walked to the conference room door.
Through the glass, he saw Raymond still fuming inside.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't dare interrupt, but with Margaret in trouble, he had no choice.
Besides, Margaret had always been kind to him...
With that thought, Alvin pushed open the glass door.
Raymond's face darkened even more at Alvin's sudden intrusion.
Everyone noticed and fell silent.
"Who let you in? Get out!" Raymond shot Alvin a glare.
Alvin leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard is in trouble. You need to go back to the apartment right away."
Raymond's eyelid twitched.
He paused for half a second, glanced at his subordinates, and told them to adjourn the meeting. He grabbed his phone and black suit jacket and hurried out of the room.
Alvin drove.
Raymond sat in the back, noticing several missed calls from unknown numbers.
He called back, and the security guard answered, explaining the situation.
The guard said he heard a heavy thud, ran out, and saw Margaret had fallen.
An ambulance was on its way.
Coincidentally, the ambulance was from the hospital managed by Hubert.
Raymond listened, unable to process it.
How could this be?
It had to be a lie.
Margaret had just drunk the soup he made for her today.
She had said she wanted to remember his face!
How could she have jumped?
She was so afraid of pain, so afraid of the cold. How could she end her life in such an extreme way?
It couldn't be real.
Raymond hung up, not saying a word.
His fingers gripped the phone tightly.
"Drive faster." Raymond's heart was in turmoil.
His instincts told him it was real.
He had to get back and see what was going on.
Alvin sped up, running through red lights.
Everyone was worried about Margaret, not caring about traffic rules.
Alvin ran ten red lights, cutting a twenty-minute drive down to ten.
A crowd had gathered outside the apartment building, blocking Raymond's view.
He knew something had happened, or it wouldn't be so crowded.
As soon as the car stopped, Raymond impatiently pushed open the back door. Normally, he would wait for Alvin to open it for him. But not today.
Alvin also got out, running ahead to clear a path. "Move aside! Make way! Make way!"
Raymond's imposing presence made people step back, knowing better than to provoke him.
Raymond immediately saw Margaret lying in a pool of blood. Her blood had stained the snow beneath her.
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