Chapter 442 You Just Watch, See How She Regrets It
"What?"
Margaret's hand froze as she reached for her seatbelt. She looked up, puzzled, at Daniel sitting beside her.
Daniel smiled and repeated, "Ms. Hughes, could you consent to one request from me without any questions?"
"Okay!" Margaret replied.
"I'll hold you to that, Ms. Hughes. When I think of something, I'll come to you to fulfill that promise." Daniel's words didn't seem to carry any hidden meaning to Margaret.
She took it as a normal request, thanked him repeatedly, and then opened the car door.
Large snowflakes fell steadily from the gloomy sky.
The cold wind whipped against her cheeks, making her breath quicken.
She closed the car door.
Daniel instructed his assistant to drive away.
As the car left The Hughes Manor, the assistant glanced at Daniel in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but complain, "Mr. Taylor, what's the point of all this? You arranged for Mr. Jones to perform the surgery and sent her abroad, but Ms. Hughes still went to find Raymond. I think you have a habit of letting others steal your credit. Last time, you even arranged a liver transplant for Ms. Hughes."
He continued, "Raymond entrusted Ms. Hughes to you, and you finally saw some hope, right? As soon as Ms. Hughes finished her surgery, she immediately wanted to find Raymond. She even prayed for him, acting like a loving couple, as if afraid you'd make them fulfill their promise. When there's trouble, it's Daniel; when there's none, it's Raymond. Margaret is still the same. I'm not badmouthing her behind her back, but I think she's not thinking straight."
"Raymond ruined her life, practically destroyed her family, yet she still loves him deeply, unable to let go. If I were you, I'd have stopped dealing with her long ago. You're the sole heir of The Taylor Family; you can find any woman you want."
The assistant grew more agitated as he spoke, tugging at his tie and complaining, "About that request you mentioned earlier, Mr. Taylor, I'm not trying to rain on your parade, but from an outsider's perspective, Ms. Hughes is definitely going to back out. Just wait and see how she reneges on her promise."
"Are you done?" Daniel's face turned darkened, his gaze growing colder.
The assistant realized he had misspoken, pursed his lips, and shifted his gaze from the rearview mirror. "I'm done."
"Your bonus for this month is gone."
Hearing this, the assistant couldn't hold back and started venting again. Since the bonus was gone, he felt he had to get it all out. "Mr. Daniel Taylor, I think you should follow Mr. Cade Taylor's arrangements. Mr. Cade Taylor has been finding suitable marriage prospects for you. Any one of them would be better than Margaret. If I were you, I'd listen to Mr. Cade Taylor, make him happy, and let him hand over The Taylor Family to you. Even if you end up with Ms. Hughes, Mr. Cade Taylor would never allow a divorced, bankrupt woman like her into The Taylor Family."
"Seems like you don't want your job either?" Daniel's anger turned into a cold smile.
The assistant quickly cleared his throat, awkwardly changing the subject, "Just pretend everything I said was nonsense. Forget about it."
The Hughes Manor.
The snow continued to fall.
Snowflakes landed on her long hair, the shoulders of her black down jacket, and her curled eyelashes.
She shivered from the cold, stomping her feet and blowing warm air from her mouth to keep warm.
She didn't have the key to The Hughes Manor.
She couldn't get in.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not available. Please try again later." She called Raymond multiple times, but couldn't get through.
Where could he be?
Why wasn't he answering his phone?
Margaret's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Her heart was filled with an inexplicable panic.
Her intuition told her something was wrong.
Something seemed off.
But she couldn't figure out what it was.
She kept repeating to herself, "Margaret, don't overthink. Trust him. You're about to take wedding photos and get married. Only trust can lead to a long-lasting relationship. Besides, Raymond thought you were dead and was so grief-stricken that his hair turned white overnight. Doesn't that prove his love for you?"
Margaret kept convincing herself, gradually easing her anxiety.
But she stood in the cold wind and snow for three hours.
She still couldn't reach Raymond.
He didn't answer her calls, nor did he call her back.
What could he be so busy with?
Margaret stood outside The Hughes Manor.
She watched the hurried pedestrians on the street.
They all carried umbrellas, some were families of three squeezed under a small umbrella, their faces showing happy smiles.
Some were couples in love, not using an umbrella, but holding hands and sharing a burgundy knit scarf.
Their eyes were only for each other.
Margaret saw the traffic lights on the street change from red to green.
The honking cars finally cleared up, orderly driving on the asphalt road.
She saw the big tree in front of the manor, which she remembered having green leaves, now bare, its dry branches swaying in the cold wind.
"Margaret! Hello!"
"Margaret! Hello!"
Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name.
She turned her head and saw a black-feathered parrot flying to the tree branch opposite.
Margaret extended her palm, and it landed in her hand.
The parrot blinked at her, staring intently.
Margaret went to a nearby convenience store, bought some bird feed, and scattered it on the ground.
The parrot flew from her palm to the ground, excitedly pecking at the feed with its sharp beak.
Margaret watched it eat and squatted down.
She reached out to touch the feathers on its head, finding them exceedingly soft to the touch.
"Do you know me?"
"What's your name?" Margaret smiled, feeling an inexplicable closeness to the parrot.
The parrot looked up, blinked, and shouted, "Margaret! Hello!"
"Hello, parrot!" Margaret smiled.
The parrot burped and suddenly shouted excitedly, "Raymond! Jerk! Raymond, not human! Raymond! Ungrateful!"
"Raymond, if I die, will you be sad? Will you cry? No! No!" The parrot shouted excitedly.
Margaret's smile froze. This parrot not only knew her but also knew Raymond?
But why would it say such ominous things?
"Margaret doesn't love Raymond!"
Margaret frowned even more and corrected it, "Parrot, you can't say that. You just ate my feed, you should say nice things. You should say, Margaret loves Raymond."
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