Chapter 470 Listen to Your Wife, and You Will Prosper
The phone buzzed with a notification.
Raymond picked up the phone to check the message, while his other hand held a half-burned cigarette.
[Raymond, I had a car accident. Can you pick me up from the hospital tomorrow?]
Raymond's eyes showed a hint of mockery, but he still pretended to care on WhatsApp and agreed to her request.
Alvin finished his report and was eager to go home and cook for his wife.
But Raymond stopped him. "Hey, thank your wife for me."
Alvin was taken aback. Raymond had always been cold and indifferent, and now he was saying thank you?
His first reaction was that he must have misheard.
Raymond saw he hadn't responded and repeated himself.
Alvin rubbed his nose and smiled. "It's no big deal. She didn't expect Sarah to visit her clinic. We've always been grateful to Mrs. Howard. I met such a wonderful wife thanks to Mrs. Howard's help. Once everything is settled between you and her, I'll invite you both over. I can cook a decent meal."
"You seem really happy." Raymond noticed the light in Alvin's eyes when he talked about his wife.
Raymond had always spent his time making money and building his career.
He never paid much attention to family.
But now, he felt a bit envious of Alvin. Although Alvin didn't have much money, he had a warm home and a loving wife.
No matter what storms Alvin faced outside, he could always see his home as a safe haven, where they gave each other strength instead of suspicion and internal strife.
Raymond and Margaret were the opposite. Besides money, they seemed to have nothing.
"Mrs. Howard and you will be happy too. Good things come to those who wait. Heaven won't disappoint those who truly love each other." Alvin smiled knowingly.
Because Raymond had become more approachable, Alvin dared to speak his mind. "Mr. Howard, once everything is back on track, you should treat Mrs. Howard better. A wife needs to be cherished; listening to her will bring success."
"Are you saying I've faced so many setbacks because I treated Margaret poorly?" Raymond squinted his eyes and suddenly grinned.
That smile sent chills down Alvin's spine; "No, that's not what I meant."
But internally, he thought, 'Yes, that's exactly what I meant.'
"Alright, go home and cook for your wife. Stop talking to me."
After Alvin left, Raymond smoked a few cigarettes.
Then he went to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of water splashed against the tiles.
After showering, he stood in front of the mirror, holding a razor, shaving.
The reflection showed Raymond still as handsome as ever.
His face was chiseled.
His upper body muscles were full, and under the warm yellow bathroom light, tiny water droplets sparkled like cut diamonds.
He heard a sound and looked down, seeing bright red blood dripping on the white porcelain of the bathtub.
Water from his hair dripped down his face and over his defined muscles, mingling with the blood.
He raised his eyelids, the transparent glass was covered in layers of mist, making it hard to see clearly.
He couldn't believe he had a nosebleed.
His broad palm pressed against the glass, the cold, wet sensation penetrated his heart.
He wiped away the mist with his hand.
The reflection showed a very disheveled Raymond.
Wet hair clung to his scalp.
His face was pale, devoid of any color, as blood dripped rhythmically from his nostrils.
He wiped away the blood and turned on the faucet.
He washed the blood from under his nose.
But this time, the blood came rushing out.
He couldn't stop it.
Suddenly, he thought of Margaret, who had coughed up blood several times in front of him.
He felt dizzy.
He sent a message to Rufus, asking him to come over and check his health.
After drying his hair, he put on a bathrobe and walked barefoot out of the bathroom.
Raymond sat on the couch, picked up the cigarette box on the coffee table, shook out a cigarette, leaned over, lit it, and took a puff.
Smoke slowly exhaled.
Meanwhile, Margaret was at The Taylor Villa, feeling incredibly low.
She held a dried rose, plucking the petals one by one, saying, "Raymond came to see me yesterday, Raymond didn't come to see me last night, Raymond came to see me yesterday..."
The petals fell one by one.
Finally, only one petal remained on the bare stem.
Margaret pulled it off in disappointment. "He didn't come to see me."
The parrot quietly stayed beside Margaret, flapping its wings, blinking its eyes, and then opened its beak to shout repeatedly. "He came to see you!"
Margaret's eyes lit up instantly.
She looked at the parrot beside her, squatted down to be at eye level, and reached out to stroke its feathers, which felt very soft. "You think he came to see me, right?"
"He came!" The parrot stared at her and spoke repeatedly.
Margaret's nose tingled with emotion.
This parrot was very smart, always saying nice things to cheer her up—more dependable than Raymond.
Hearing the parrot support her thoughts, she felt her eyes well up.
But remembering yesterday, how she had called out to Raymond for so long, even threatened him, and he still didn't come out.
The light in her eyes faded like fireworks in the night, bit by bit.
"I also think he came to see me yesterday. Because I saw his car, I remember his license plate. He must have been nearby. But I called out to him, and he didn't want to show himself, didn't want to see me. Parrot, parrot, do you think I'm just being delusional?"
"He was near the police station, not necessarily because of me." Margaret sighed, resting her chin on her hand: "Do you think he really changed his heart, or is he just saying things he doesn't mean, with unspeakable troubles?"
The parrot seemed to understand her words, looking at her.
That gaze seemed to pity her.
But it didn't speak again.
Instead, it lowered its head to preen its black feathers.
Margaret sat on the carpet, leaning against the bed.
She picked up her phone and unconsciously scrolled to Raymond's call log.
Should she call him and ask if he came to see her yesterday?
Did he hear what she said?
With his late-stage leukemia, she wanted to know his health condition and urge him to get treatment. Additionally, she wanted him to be cautious around Sarah.
But would he answer her call, would he accept her concern?
A man who had changed his heart would only find her annoying.
Would this broken heart be pierced again by his cold words?
After thinking it over, Margaret still wanted to try. When she and Raymond first dated, he was also cold and indifferent, ignoring her.
If she had given up early, how would they have had everything that followed?
With renewed determination, Margaret nervously dialed Raymond's number.
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