Chapter 445 Being Held by Her, the Air Pressure is Suffocating
Margaret's heart ached unbearably.
Beneath the dim streetlights, she discerned an elongated shadow that resembled Raymond's, merging seamlessly with her own.
He didn't move forward. Margaret lost in thought.
"Don't even think about trying to sweet-talk me. It won't work this time. No matter what you say, I won't forgive you. Just go. I don't want to see you," Margaret said, still fuming.
The shadow remained within her sight, neither advancing nor retreating.
She grew even angrier for no reason. "Hey, I told you not to sweet-talk me, and you really didn't? Do you understand reverse psychology? When a girl says no, she means yes! When I say don't comfort me, it means I'm waiting for you to comfort me! Raymond, are you an idiot? Can't you see I'm sitting in the snow, freezing? Hurry up and help me up!"
It was pathetic that she had to teach the person she liked how to comfort her, how to apologize and be gentle.
But it didn't matter, because she liked him.
As long as he apologized, as long as he didn't leave her.
She was willing to let this go.
Time ticked by.
Apart from the biting cold wind and the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground, she heard nothing.
"It's me," a hesitant voice said.
Margaret realized something was wrong and looked up.
She saw a man standing not far away, holding a black umbrella. It wasn't Raymond, but Alvin, who had been standing next to Raymond earlier.
But she had lost her memory and didn't remember Alvin.
Alvin squinted, scrutinizing Margaret.
The woman in front of him looked so much like Margaret, it was uncanny.
If Margaret weren't with Raymond, it would be hard to tell them apart.
Margaret looked at Alvin, her eyes red, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I want to see Raymond," Margaret said, her voice choked with sobs.
Alvin replied expressionlessly, "Mr. Howard doesn't have time to see you. Leave now."
"This is my home! Why should I leave? I told you, I'm Margaret Hughes!" Margaret cried, tears flowing.
Alvin's voice was cold. "I don't know who you are or what your intentions are with Mr. Howard. But let me warn you, Mr. Howard and Mrs. Howard have come a long way. I won't allow anyone to ruin their happiness. If you show up in front of them again, I won't be polite."
Not be polite?
Why didn't anyone believe her?
She was Margaret.
Margaret covered her mouth, crying.
Alvin felt a bit sorry for her and walked over, expressionless, pulling out his wallet. He took out a thousand dollars in cash and handed it to Margaret. "Take this money and leave. Don't come back here again."
"Is this Raymond's idea? A thousand dollars to get rid of me?" Margaret laughed bitterly, not taking the money.
Actually, it wasn't Raymond's idea. Raymond's idea was to let her be.
Alvin was curious, so he came out with an umbrella, saw her crying in the snow, felt sorry for her, and gave her the money.
He thought, 'No one would want to be someone else's shadow unless they were desperate for money.'
He couldn't give this woman false hope, nor let her block Raymond and Margaret's path to happiness.
Alvin only thought for a few seconds before tightening his grip on the cash. "Don't play someone else's shadow for money anymore. Be yourself. Even if you're ordinary, even if your life is dull, that's your life. You can look like Mrs. Howard, but you'll never be her."
"Did Raymond tell you to say this? Let him come and tell me himself," Margaret's eyes reddened further, holding back tears and gritting her teeth.
Alvin thought she was too stubborn. "How dare you ask to see Mr. Howard? Aren't you getting too deep into this role? Take the money and leave. Don't make this difficult for me."
"I'll say it again; I am Margaret Hughes! What do I have to do for you to believe me?" Margaret's eyes stung as she broke down.
Alvin still didn't believe her.
Margaret angrily grabbed the cash and threw it in Alvin's face. "Tell him I don't need this money."
With that, Margaret turned and ran away.
Alvin watched her leave.
His phone suddenly rang.
He answered, and Raymond's voice came through.
Raymond was smoking at the Hughes Manor, getting straight to the point. "Did she leave?"
"She left, but she was very upset," Alvin paused for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Howard, do you think it's possible for two people to look so alike? Could there be something more to this? Is the Mrs. Howard by your side really Mrs. Howard?"
Raymond sat on the couch, flicking ash into the ashtray, not saying a word.
Alvin continued, "Mrs. Howard came to you two days ago. Normally, Mrs. Howard would be very affected by her parents' tragic deaths. But now, Mrs. Howard doesn't seem to care at all. It's like it doesn't affect her."
"The woman who appeared today also felt off."
Raymond listened, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray. "Any progress on what I asked you to investigate?"
"The crematorium is still looking into it, no results yet."
The call ended.
Raymond rubbed his head.
Soon, Alvin had an update.
"Mr. Howard, the crematorium's investigation matches Mrs. Howard's story. She was swapped by Hubert, who secretly saved her. I'll further verify her medical records and report back."
The bathroom door opened.
A girl in a white bathrobe walked out.
Her hair was wet, sticking to her cheeks.
She dried her hair with a towel as she walked towards Raymond on the couch.
Raymond, in a white shirt and black trousers, stood up when he saw her. "Finished?"
"Yes."
The girl smiled brightly at him, her cheeks glowing with happiness. She quickly walked over and wrapped her arms around Raymond's waist. "Raymond."
Raymond smelled the familiar scent of her shampoo and body wash—Margaret's favorites.
But why did he feel a sense of repulsion towards the woman in front of him?
"Margaret seems off. She doesn't care about her family's death."
Alvin's words echoed in Raymond's ears.
"Raymond, I am Margaret."
Including the crying woman from earlier.
Raymond suddenly felt suffocated being held by her.
He struggled out of her embrace, stepping back to keep some distance. "Dry your hair first."
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