Chapter 429 How Could He Throw Away the Medicine Margaret Bought
On the stretcher lay a person, completely covered from head to toe by a white sheet, making it impossible to see their face.
A hand with distinct bones reached out, trembling uncontrollably, to uncover the truth beneath the sheet.
Although the body shape and size suggested it was Margaret, he clung to hope, refusing to believe it could be her.
With a swift motion, he pulled back the sheet.
When he saw the body lying there, the white sheet slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
Margaret was dressed in a hospital gown, lying there quietly. The gown was clean and neat, clearly indicating that the nurses had changed her clothes after she jumped.
Her face was pale, her long hair spread beneath her. Her lips were devoid of any color.
Raymond's throat tightened painfully as he reached out to touch her face, but it was cold, devoid of any warmth.
How could this be?
How could it have come to this?
Margaret, who was so afraid of pain and heights in his memories, would never have jumped!
This couldn't be real!
It must be fake!
"Get up!"
"Stop pretending, stop acting! You were always the most afraid of death, the most afraid of pain, the one who loved beauty the most! You wouldn't have jumped! Margaret, get up! I know you had them play along to see if I cared about you, right? You won! Margaret! You won, I admit defeat!"
"Didn't you want to see me suffer? You won't see it if you don't get up, if you don't open your eyes! Margaret! I know you can hear me! Stop acting! Your parents are dead, and you're angry! You're blaming me for it! I used to feel wronged, thinking you didn't understand me! But now, Margaret, I admit defeat! I was wrong!"
"Open your eyes, look at me, please! I promise, if you wake up, I'll give you my life! You couldn't wait, thought I was dying too slowly, so you used this method to force me, right? Margaret, you hate me this much!"
"I'll give you everything, just open your eyes! The Hughes Group will be returned to you intact! All my money, assets, everything will be yours! I'll let you and Daniel be together!"
Raymond babbled incoherently, pushing her arm repeatedly.
But no matter how much he begged and promised, Margaret showed no sign of opening her eyes.
Her arm, through the hospital gown, felt even colder than before.
"Get up! Open your eyes and look at me! Margaret! I'm talking to you! Enough with the acting! Don't go too far!"
Raymond screamed in despair, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
In the past, if he yelled at her like this, she would tremble, her eyelashes would flutter, but now, she had no reaction at all.
Hot tears fell onto Margaret's pale face, her cold hand, and her pristine hospital gown.
Raymond half-knelt beside the stretcher, holding her hand, as if trying to warm her cold hand.
"Margaret, please, don't do this. I'm begging you, don't leave me. You can't just leave like this. I can't believe you'd die and leave me, leave The Hughes Group your father built. Are you still mad about the amnesia shot I gave you without asking? About lying that we grew up together in the same village? Margaret, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted you to live, to be happy..."
"I had no other choice. Your past was too painful. I wanted you to have a fresh start, to be happy again. I never thought you'd remember everything. But I was wrong, and I accept your anger, your curses, as long as you open your eyes and look at me."
"I'll tell you everything you want to know. I'll say everything you want to hear. I'll support you in whatever you want to do. Margaret, I've hidden so much from you, but I can confess everything now!"
"When you had surgery, I didn't go abroad for business. That liver was mine. The doctor said replacing the whole liver was risky, that I might not survive. I didn't want you to wake up to the news of my death, so I made up that excuse. I thought, if I died, it wouldn't matter, my liver would be with the woman I love. In that way, I'd still be with you."
"You always asked me, if you died, would I cry? Would I be sad? Back then, blinded by hatred, I said cruel things, but I never truly believed you'd die!"
"Margaret, I don't hate you as much as you think, and I'm not as cold-hearted as you believe. There are so many things you don't know. When you knelt outside The Hughes Group for your father's medical bills, surrounded by reporters, it was me who called the police."
"When you found out your father was the arsonist who killed my parents, you went to Ironwood Lane alone. That day was my birthday, did you know? I was waiting for your birthday wishes. But I didn't get them. I had Alvin track your movements and found out you were investigating the truth. I thought you were foolish; the truth had been covered up by your father. How could you uncover it?"
"But I still worried about your safety, so I had Alvin follow you to protect you. When you almost got into trouble in Eldoria, the police arrived just in time. You thought it was a kind local who called the police? No, Alvin knew you were being followed and contacted the local police to set up an ambush. If Ashley hadn't changed her mind and crashed through the barrier to commit suicide, she would have been caught by the police."
"That night, Alvin called me, said you were feeling down, asked me to check on you. Rationally, I should hate you, but emotionally, I went to your hotel. I spoke coldly because I had nightmares every night, my dead parents urging me to hate you, to seek revenge."
"I took the medicine you bought for me that night. How could I throw away something you bought?"
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