Chapter 469 Dare Not Fall, Dare Not Die
Sarah's pussy ached terribly, but she gritted her teeth and went to the pharmacy to buy some ointment.
It didn't help much.
It wasn't until she noticed the blood soaking through her underwear that she realized how serious the problem was.
She was too scared to go to a big hospital. With Margaret's face, if anyone recognized her and word got back to Raymond, the consequences would be unimaginable.
No matter how much Raymond liked her face, he wouldn't want a woman like this.
She went to a small clinic.
The speculum was inserted roughly, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Your vulva are severely torn. Do you need help calling the police?"
Of course, she wanted to call the police. She wanted to drag those bastards out and kill them all.
But they had taken photos of her...
She was about to take wedding photos with Raymond and get married. She couldn't afford the risk.
She would have to wait until she became Raymond's wife to investigate this matter secretly.
"No need."
"You need stitches. It's pretty serious."
After the surgery, she lay there with an IV in her hand.
As she drifted in and out of sleep, Sarah heard a sleazy laugh.
She opened her eyes to see Hubert sitting next to her, smoking a cigarette.
On the chair outside the curtain, there was a ballpoint pen.
"Got gang-raped last night?" Hubert sneered, the cigarette dangling from his lips.
Sarah bit her lip, her voice trembling with shame and anger. "Was it you?"
It wasn't actually Hubert, but he didn't bother to explain. He just looked at her with a sinister smile. "Did you enjoy last night?"
"Did you really have to go this far?" Sarah, convinced by his reaction, grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face. "How dare you! This is too much!"
The needle fell to the floor from the impact.
Sarah trembled with rage as she thought about the humiliation of the previous night. She raised her hand to slap him.
But her wrist was caught, and with a forceful pull, she was yanked towards him.
In the past, he might have explained that it wasn't him.
But now, there was no need.
He needed Sarah to fear him, to not dare to have any rebellious thoughts.
Hubert smirked. "Too much? Despicable? Sarah, how dare you speak to me in such a manner? Let me warn you, my time is limited. If I don't hear about Raymond's death in two days, you'll suffer more than you did last night. If he doesn't die, you'll die for him."
"Bastard..." Sarah gritted her teeth.
Hubert gently stroked her face. "Take care of yourself. Once you're better, think about how to get the job done. You have too many weaknesses. Since you can't fight fate, you might as well enjoy it. Don't you think?"
He continued, "Go back to Raymond tomorrow. He's infatuated with you now, probably because the drug is working. You need to speed things up."
Sarah didn't respond, so he yanked her hair hard.
She glared at him, her eyes red with pain.
"Glaring at me won't help. This is your fate. No one is coming to save you. There are too many people suffering in this world for even God to save them all."
He slapped her cheek hard with his big hand.
Then he got up, pulled back the curtain, and left.
The doctor was busy typing on a keyboard in the office.
Hubert hadn't been gone long when the doctor's phone buzzed with a message: [Honey, I'm here. Bring the stuff out.]
The doctor stood up, walked out of the office, and picked up a ballpoint pen from the chair outside the curtain, putting it in her lab coat pocket.
She walked out of the clinic.
The masked female doctor saw a car parked not far away.
Alvin, dressed in a suit, was leaning against the hood, smoking.
The female doctor smiled and walked quickly towards him. When Alvin saw his wife, he quickly put out his cigarette and looked at her tenderly. "Hey, have you dined?"
"Yeah, I did. How about you?"
"I did too," Alvin replied.
The female doctor handed him the ballpoint pen from her pocket. "Here you go."
Alvin took the pen and hugged her tightly. Even after so many years of marriage, he still felt his heart race when he saw her.
They had been introduced by Margaret, married first and fell in love later, but their life was just as good as anyone else's.
The female doctor patted his back happily. "Alright. Don't let anyone see. You should go back and finish your work."
"I'll come home early tonight and cook for you."
"Okay."
After watching his wife leave, Alvin got into his car and drove away.
Back at the apartment, Alvin handed the ballpoint pen to Raymond.
Standing to the side, Raymond twisted the pen cap.
A recorded voice played.
"Did you enjoy last night?"
"Was it you?"
"In two days, if I don't hear about Raymond's death, you'll suffer more than you did last night."
"Go back to him tomorrow. He's infatuated with you now, probably because the drug is working. You need to speed things up."
Raymond stopped the recording.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag.
So the imposter by his side was Sarah.
The benefactor who had given him five million dollars was actually plotting to kill him with her accomplices.
Such a person was ruthless at heart.
It seemed Daniel was right; Sarah had stolen Margaret's identity and deceived him for years.
Raymond's heart ached with a thousand tiny cuts.
He felt like a fool for being played for so long.
"So Sarah's behind this, with Hubert? How ungrateful," Alvin said, his face dark with anger.
Raymond took a drag of his cigarette and looked up at him. "Am I really that stupid? I chose to believe a snake-hearted woman over Margaret."
Alvin wanted to agree but didn't dare. He could only offer comfort. "Mr. Howard, bad people are bad because they're cunning. You're just too kind and eager to repay your debts. You can't blame yourself for everything."
"Really?" Raymond bit his cigarette, a bitter smile on his face.
Why did he feel unworthy of Margaret now?
He used to think he loved Margaret deeply. His love for her was unmatched.
But now, he didn't think so.
Margaret loved him more.
As she had said, he couldn't even recognize the real Margaret, dismissing everything based on a face.
Did he truly love Margaret enough?
Clearly, he was caught in a whirlpool of self-righteousness.
"Mr. Howard, don't overthink it. Mrs. Howard is kind-hearted. She'll understand. Once this trouble is over, you and Mrs. Howard can grow old together, forever," Alvin said, pressing his lips together.
Raymond's eyes showed a hint of sadness. Could a terminal leukemia patient have forever?
Would he and Margaret have a future?
The road was long, the night was dark, and there were so many bad people. He couldn't afford to die...
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