Chapter 439 He Is a Very Good Person in My Heart
Daniel had been by Margaret's bedside for days, not sleeping a wink.
The surgery was successful, but she still hadn't woken up.
David said that when she did wake up, there was a high chance she would lose all her memories.
This was his chance. Margaret was divorced. Was his opportunity finally here?
He didn't know. All he knew was that if Margaret chose him, he would protect her at all costs and take her far away from all the drama.
No one knew that he had met Margaret before Raymond.
Back then, he was too insecure, labeled as an illegitimate child, afraid to approach the girl he liked, afraid to tell her his name.
He could only pass by her in the school corridors, their encounters always fleeting and unintentional.
When Margaret and Raymond graduated, they had a grand wedding.
He quietly became a police officer, fighting on the front lines, slowly becoming a hero in the war against drugs.
It was only then that he began to gain confidence.
Years later, he saw her again.
It was during a mission, leading a team to manage a media-induced stampede.
It was snowing heavily that day, and he saw her kneeling in the snow outside The Hughes Group. He feared being too abrupt, so he pretended to be a kind officer and helped her up from the snow.
Then he asked if she needed a ride home.
She refused.
He went to a nearby pharmacy and bought a balm for bruises and swelling, giving it to her. The girl who had once seemed like a princess in his memories was now in a pitiful state.
Snowflakes covered her long hair, and she had been kneeling for so long that her knees were numb, making her walk with a limp.
She took the balm from him, bowing repeatedly and thanking him.
No one knew his heart was bleeding. He couldn't understand how the once spirited Margaret had become like this in just a few short years.
His assistant urged him to rest.
He didn't listen.
This was a rare moment of solitude with Margaret, and he feared it would slip away, so he wanted to hold on tight.
Three days later, Daniel went back to the hotel to change clothes, then returned. A nurse in the hallway told him that Margaret had woken up and was looking for him, urging him to go back and take care of her.
Daniel thanked her and quickly walked to the room.
Margaret was awake.
They were about to meet.
Was this God's way of giving them a chance to get to know each other again?
Standing at the door, he felt anxious, excited, and a bit at a loss.
Even though he was now the heir to The Taylor Family, he still felt inexplicably nervous and insecure in front of Margaret.
He took a deep breath.
His well-defined fingers landed on the doorknob, and he pushed the door open.
Margaret, wearing a hospital gown, lay on the bed, her gaze meeting his!
Daniel clearly saw the light in Margaret's eyes extinguish when she saw him. Was he not the person she wanted to see?
"Margaret, you're awake! How are you feeling?" Daniel closed the door and walked towards her.
Margaret frowned, "Do we know each other?"
"We're friends."
"Sorry, I don't remember."
"My name is Daniel Taylor," he said with a smile.
She repeated his name twice, then asked, "I'll remember it. I won't forget it again."
"It's okay if you do. I can remind you."
"Why am I here?" Margaret looked around the room, puzzled, her brows furrowed.
Daniel, mindful that she had just woken up, kept it brief: "You had an accident. I saved you. This was the only place with the medical facilities to help you."
"Daniel, can I trust you?" Margaret leaned against the pillow, hesitating for a long time before speaking slowly.
Daniel nodded, "Of course you can."
"Can you take me back? I need to find someone."
"Find someone?"
"Yes, someone very important to me. If he can't find me, he'll be upset."
"Who is this person?"
"Raymond!"
"Raymond? You still remember him?" Daniel's eyes flashed with surprise, his emotions sinking to the bottom.
A case of selective amnesia: complete retrograde memory loss affecting all individuals except Raymond, whose recollection remained inexplicably intact.
Was Raymond that important to her?
This wasn't God giving him a chance; it was God making him go in circles, returning what wasn't his.
Margaret hurriedly said, "Of course I remember him! We're a couple, we're about to get married! I remember we planned to take wedding photos together. How did I end up here?"
She was anxious, seeing Daniel remain silent.
She was so desperate that tears started to fall, pleading with Daniel, "Daniel, help me find him, please? Raymond is very petty. If he's unhappy, he won't talk to me. I don't want him to ignore me. If I'm missing, he'll be angry. He'll be sad. Daniel, say something. Raymond's hard to please."
Tears streamed down her face, her nose turning red from crying.
Daniel looked at her, his eyes also reddening. "Isn't it possible that marrying him won't make you happy?"
"Impossible! He told me he'd be good to me forever! I believe he'll be good to me! Take me back, I want to see him! If he can't find me, he'll be worried!"
Margaret held his hand, tears flooding her lips.
Daniel asked again, "What if, after you marry him, he hurts you and treats you badly? Margaret, sometimes realizing you're on the wrong path and stopping in time is also a form of wisdom."
"I won't let you say that about him! What did he do to you? Why would you say that? He's a very good person in my heart."
"But you also said he's hard to please and often gets angry with you."
"When two people are together, one has to give in. I don't mind giving in for the person I love."
"Margaret, I'm going out for a smoke. You should rest." Daniel gently pried her hand off, stood up, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Daniel smoked in the hallway, laughing bitterly. It was ridiculous. Margaret had lost her memory, but it was stuck at the time she loved Raymond the most, when they were about to get married.
Was this some kind of twisted fate?
She and Raymond were destined to be entangled, no matter how much it hurt.
Fate kept bringing them together, pulling them apart, unable to let go.
He, the supporting character, would never have a seat at the table.
The cigarette tasted unusually bitter, and Daniel's heart felt unbearably heavy.
Why was his fate with Margaret always just a little bit off?
At this moment, Daniel couldn't help but feel jealous and heartbroken.
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