Chapter 463 Raymond Came to Take Me Home
Raymond pulled up to the police station and parked by the curb.
He stepped out, his long legs hitting the ground.
His shiny black leather shoes crunched into the thick snow.
The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow on the trees lining the street, their branches dark as ink.
Raymond wore a black overcoat, a white shirt underneath, and a black tie. Black dress pants completed the outfit. All of these were gifts from Margaret.
Even during their cold war and divorce proceedings, he never threw them away.
Since Margaret left, he rarely bought new clothes.
The cold wind whipped snowflakes against his tense face. Raymond pulled a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips. He was here just to catch a glimpse of Margaret and make sure she was okay.
Only then could he be at ease.
He bit down on the cigarette, his hand cupping the lighter's flame, which the wind kept blowing out.
After several tries, he finally lit the cigarette.
He took a drag and looked up.
Through the swirling smoke, Raymond saw the glass door of the police station open.
He saw Daniel, wearing an overcoat, escorting Margaret out.
Margaret looked fragile, her mood seemed off.
She coughed a few times, and Daniel took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
They spoke softly, and she eventually accepted the coat.
Jealousy flashed in Raymond's eyes. He bit down hard on the cigarette, feeling the sting of seeing the woman he loved surrounded by another man.
He wanted to walk over, yank off that coat, throw it at Daniel, and put his own coat on Margaret.
But he quickly came to his senses. His life was full of danger, and Margaret coming back would only put her at risk.
He just wanted to see her, to stand at a distance and look at the woman he loved.
Once he cleared away the obstacles, they would have their reunion.
Raymond's clenched fist slowly relaxed.
He couldn't afford to be hostile towards Daniel, who had helped him and Margaret multiple times. Margaret was safe with him.
Besides, Raymond was in the late stages of leukemia.
No one knew how many days he had left. He felt powerless to protect Margaret.
His eyes stung, and Raymond, expressionless, hid behind a large tree.
He wanted to wait until Margaret and Daniel left before he did.
They reached the bottom of the steps and suddenly stopped.
"Ms. Hughes, what's wrong?" Daniel asked, puzzled.
She looked around, scanning the area filled with pedestrians, tall buildings, and falling snow.
Margaret rubbed her eyes, a look of joy spreading across her face. She walked determinedly towards a car parked just ten feet away.
Daniel followed her, not asking further questions.
They reached the car.
A thin layer of snow covered the hood, and the wipers had stopped working.
The window was partially rolled down.
Margaret peered inside, finding the front and back seats empty.
Afraid she was mistaken, she stepped back and checked the license plate.
"Ms. Hughes, what's going on?" Daniel asked, frowning in confusion.
Her voice was a mix of surprise and joy: "Raymond."
"What?"
Margaret's eyes lit up as she looked at him. "This is Raymond's car. I know it. He's here. He's come to get me. He believes me?"
Daniel saw her happiness. Despite Raymond sending her to the police station without hearing her out, she had no anger towards him.
Margaret's emotions seemed to revolve solely around Raymond.
"Really?" Daniel's smile was bitter, his tone tinged with sadness.
He recognized the car as Raymond's too, but she noticed it first.
Margaret, wearing Daniel's coat, searched the crowded street, looking around.
A tall figure in a black coat appeared in her sight.
Margaret's heart raced as she ran towards him.
"Raymond—" Margaret shouted, reaching out to grab his arm.
The man turned, revealing a stranger's face, his belly protruding. He impatiently shook off Margaret. "Who are you?"
It wasn't him. The back looked similar, but the face was different.
Her joyful smile froze. She quickly apologized. "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
The man walked away.
Margaret watched the bustling crowd.
The neon lights were so bright tonight.
The pedestrian light turned red.
A crowd stopped, waiting.
Snowflakes fell on Margaret's eyelashes, cheeks, and her long black hair.
Her nose was cold and red from the wind.
She was unwilling to give up.
She felt Raymond was here.
His car was here.
"Raymond—"
Margaret's eyes reddened as she shouted, her voice breaking. She searched the crowd. "Raymond, I know you're here. Where are you hiding? Come out. I know you can hear me. I recognized your car. Are you here to take me home? Do you believe me now? Raymond, come out! Are you hiding like a coward? Come out! We can talk face to face! What kind of man hides from me?"
But no matter how much she called, there was no response.
Pedestrians turned to look at her like she was crazy.
She didn't care, her voice urgent and tearful. "Raymond! If you don't come out, I'll be really mad! If I get mad, I'll never speak to you again! Think about it!"
The pedestrian light turned green.
People crossed the street.
Traffic flowed smoothly again.
Margaret felt like a lonely leaf, a speck of dust.
No one cared about her, no one cared about her feelings.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
She had endured Sarah's treatment at The Hughes Group, being choked and slammed into the desk, without crying.
She didn't cry when Raymond called her shameless.
She held back tears when he sent her to jail and humiliated her with reporters.
But seeing Raymond's car without him broke her.
Was her feeling wrong?
A deep sense of helplessness enveloped her heart.
Why couldn't people who loved each other be together? Why did they have to go through so much?
Daniel approached, offering her a handkerchief. She took it, thanked him, and wiped her tears.
"I can call him," Daniel said, his eyes full of pity.
She looked down, not noticing his expression. After calming herself, she looked up and forced a smile. "No need. Mr. Taylor, let's go home."
Raymond hated seeing her close to other men. Would he come out this time? Would he watch her leave with Daniel?
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