Chapter 427 Margaret Was at the Morgue
Raymond carried the clothes he had packed for Margaret and hurried back to the hospital's surgical ward.
But when he got there, the operating room door was wide open, the lights were off, and the room was empty.
Where was Margaret?
Why was no one here? Had the surgery already ended?
Had she been moved to a regular room?
A gnawing tension, unease, and fear crept over him, making him feel that things weren't as optimistic as he hoped.
Raymond pulled out his phone and called Alvin, but there was no answer.
Just then, a nurse wearing a mask walked by.
He quickly asked her, "Where's Margaret, who was just in surgery?"
"The surgery is over," the nurse said, recognizing him as Margaret's husband and pressing her lips together.
Raymond's heart finally settled a bit. "Which room is Margaret in?"
The nurse hesitated.
"Speak!" Raymond's unease grew as he saw the nurse's troubled expression.
The nurse, startled by his intensity, swallowed and continued, "The morgue…"
Raymond's mind exploded at those words.
His heart shattered into pieces.
Raymond's face darkened, and just as he was about to say something to the nurse, his phone rang.
He saw it was Alvin calling and quickly answered.
The nurse took the opportunity to leave.
"Where's Margaret?" Raymond yanked at his tie, demanding.
There was silence on the other end, the same reaction as the nurse.
The more this happened, the more panicked and agitated Raymond became. "Are you mute? I asked you, where's Margaret?"
"Mr. Howard, you need to prepare yourself. Life is full of disappointments," Alvin's voice was heavy, trying to cushion the blow.
Raymond's anger flared. "Cut the crap! Just tell me, where is Margaret?"
"The morgue. We were just arranging Mrs. Howard's body, so I couldn't answer your call immediately. Please, Mr. Howard, calm down."
At those words, Raymond's phone slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor, the screen cracking deeply.
Dead?
He didn't believe it!
This was a lie!
It had to be a lie!
Alvin must have taken Margaret to the morgue as a cruel joke.
Raymond's first reaction was disbelief. His face grew darker as he took the elevator to the hospital basement, where the morgue was located.
The morgue door was open.
As soon as he stepped in, he felt suffocated and oppressed.
The cold air inside was impenetrable by sunlight.
The lifeless atmosphere made Raymond shudder.
He looked up and saw a group of people around a stretcher.
"What are you doing?" Raymond shouted angrily.
Hubert, Alvin, and several male nurses flinched and turned around.
Raymond walked over, step by step.
Before entering, he didn't believe it.
But now, he was panicking, confused, and scared that it might all be true.
His face was tense.
Cold as ice.
Raymond's hands clenched into fists at his sides.
He thought about how he had only been gone for a short time, and Margaret had already been taken out of surgery and brought to this ominous place. He was furious! He was agitated!
Hubert, still in his uniform, stepped forward, guilt written all over his face. "Mr. Howard, I'm really sorry..."
Before he could finish, Raymond punched Hubert, knocking his glasses off.
"Mr. Howard, please calm down!"
Raymond grabbed Hubert by the collar and punched him again, this time knocking out a tooth.
"Calm down? How can I calm down?!" Raymond shouted. "Who authorized you to stop the surgery? Why brought her here?"
Raymond kicked Hubert in the chest, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain but not daring to resist. "Mr. Howard, I did my best. Mrs. Howard couldn't be saved. It was fate."
"Fate? Get up! Keep trying to save her!" Raymond grabbed Hubert's arm and tried to pull him up.
Hubert's arm dragged heavily on the ground, tearing his uniform.
"Mr. Howard, even if you kill me, I can't do it. Mrs. Howard is really dead! You could ask me to die with her, but bringing her back to life is impossible!"
Raymond was enraged.
He kicked Hubert repeatedly.
Hubert knew Raymond was venting his anger but endured it because his goal had been achieved.
Blood poured from Hubert's mouth as he clung to Raymond's leg, pleading, "Mr. Howard, my life is yours. If you want me dead, just say the word. But Mrs. Howard is gone. You need to take care of yourself! She wouldn't want you to harm your health over this!"
"I'm asking you one last time: do you want to die, or will you keep trying to save Margaret?" Raymond's veins bulged with anger as he continued to kick.
Hubert's face contorted in pain. "Mr. Howard, you're pushing me to death. Even if you kill me, I can't do it. She's dead. You have to face reality!"
"You're asking for it!" Raymond raised his fist and punched Hubert in the forehead.
He raised his fist again, ready to strike, wanting Margaret to continue receiving treatment.
But his arm was suddenly grabbed.
Raymond, seething with rage, turned to see Alvin holding his arm. "Mr. Howard, I checked. Mrs. Howard has no signs of life. She is really dead."
Raymond kicked Alvin, sending him to the ground, clutching his chest in pain.
"How dare you! All of you! Are you rebelling? Do you all want her dead?" Raymond roared, trembling with fury.
Alvin looked at him respectfully. "After you left, Mrs. Howard stopped breathing shortly after. To avoid misdiagnosis, I brought in top doctors from Silverbrook to try to save her. But it was no use. Dozens of doctors only stopped when she had no signs of life. They said Mrs. Howard's subconscious had given up the fight to live. To put it bluntly, this might be what she wanted."
Raymond was stunned. Margaret had given up? She didn't want to live?
He had given a part of his liver, all his energy, time, and emotions to save her, and she didn't want to live?
What was she thinking? How could she?
"Mr. Howard, may I ask, before she jumped, did Mrs. Howard show any unusual signs that you might have missed?" Hubert, enduring the pain, reminded Raymond.
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