Chapter 473 An Empty Dream
Raymond comforted Sarah and then hurriedly left the house, rushing down the stairs.
Sitting in the back seat of the Cullinan, he fiddled with a cigarette in his hand. Alvin started the car and heard Raymond's instructions. "Drive down this street and find Margaret."
"Mr. Howard, if we find Mrs. Howard later, you should try to console her. People can't handle this kind of pain. From her perspective, she has the right to know everything," Alvin couldn't help but complain.
The Cullinan drove along the edge of the road, its wheels rolling over the wet pavement.
Raymond's cold and urgent gaze scanned the bustling street, searching for a familiar figure.
"Stop the car."
Alvin heard the command and hit the brakes. He also noticed Margaret jogging in the distance.
He glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing Raymond opening the car door. "Mr. Howard, please try to console Mrs. Howard."
Raymond's hand paused on the door handle before he stepped out.
He walked quickly toward the running Margaret.
The wind was bitterly cold, but he felt a sweetness in the air. Soon, he would be able to hold the woman he loved in his arms without restraint. How could he feel cold?
He wanted to hold her tightly and kiss away the tears on her cheeks.
Margaret kept running, the image of Raymond holding Sarah, Sarah kissing his cheek, and him not pushing her away replaying in her mind like a movie, over and over again, refusing to fade.
Heartache surged within her as she noticed that all the passersby around her were couples. The more miserable she felt, the happier others seemed.
Margaret wanted to leave quickly. She felt like an ugly duckling, afraid that seeing too much of others' happiness would make her jealous and heartbroken.
Perhaps she was running too fast, or maybe she collided with a passerby, but she slipped.
She fell hard onto the snowy ground.
A burning, searing pain instantly hit her.
She cried from the pain, her fingers were scraped and bleeding, making it difficult to move, and her knees were also bleeding, staining the white snow.
"Margaret." someone called out to her.
The voice was familiar. It was Raymond's!
Had he come to find her?
Had he come to explain?
Soon, a large hand landed on her waist, helping her up from the ground. She was right; Raymond had his reasons.
She despised herself for being so spineless. He came to find her, and all her grievances and bitterness seemed to dissolve automatically.
Because Margaret was born to love Raymond.
"Ms. Hughes, are you okay?" A gentle voice sounded in her ear.
Margaret frowned. This voice wasn't right.
The address wasn't right either.
She looked up to see Daniel in a misty blue coat and a white turtleneck sweater, looking handsome and sunny. He was still holding her waist.
His eyes were filled with concern.
"Why is it you?" Margaret said with disappointment, pushing his hand away from her waist and deliberately stepping back to keep her distance.
Daniel's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Ms. Hughes, who did you think it was?"
Wasn't it Raymond?
But she had clearly heard him calling her Margaret.
That voice was definitely Raymond's.
Margaret was unwilling to give up. At this moment, she felt like a kid with a magnifying glass searching for candy, desperately trying to find any sign that Raymond still cared for her and loved her.
She turned around, her anxious gaze sweeping over every corner of the street repeatedly.
She looked everywhere her eyes could reach.
But there was no sign of Raymond.
Only the bustling pedestrians and her own disheveled self.
"Ms. Hughes, are you looking for Raymond?" Daniel guessed.
Margaret bit her lip and lowered her head.
Daniel sneered. "He won't come."
Of course, he wouldn't come.
He was busy being sweet and cozy with Sarah.
Margaret lifted her head and gave a bitter smile. "Mr. Taylor, let's go home."
"Do you need me to help you?"
"No need. I can get up on my own." Margaret said, walking toward the car parked by the roadside.
After a few steps, her knee hurt like needles were stabbing it, and her leg had no strength. She almost fell again, but Daniel quickly grabbed her waist and arm, lifting her into his arms.
Margaret looked up at him, feeling awkward and embarrassed by the intimacy.
She was about to ask him to put her down.
"Raymond isn't here, Ms. Hughes. You don't need to worry."
From inside the nearby Cullinan, Raymond watched through the tinted windows as Daniel bundled Margaret into the backseat.
His heart was a mix of emotions.
Alvin complained, "Daniel got ahead of you again. Mr. Howard, why don't you call Mrs. Howard and explain?"
The car window was down, and the cold wind on his face helped Raymond calm down. "No need. There's plenty of time."
"Mr. Howard, you're giving Daniel a chance. Suppose, just suppose, after the day after tomorrow, you come back to find Mrs. Howard, and she's with Daniel. What will you do then?" Alvin said seriously. "Loving someone requires expression, not silent planning and sacrifice. If she doesn't know about your efforts, what's the point? You should learn this from me."
Raymond's cold gaze swept over him. "Finished?"
That look meant he was angry.
Alvin wisely replied, "Finished."
"Notify Hubert to attend the engagement party at Silverwood the day after tomorrow." Raymond paused, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the wet ground. "Announce the engagement news between me and Margaret through The Hughes Group. Every employee gets a gift."
Alvin started the car, and it sped away.
"Mr. Howard, isn't that risky? You're trying to confuse Sarah and Hubert, but Mrs. Howard doesn't know. How will she react when she sees it?" Alvin sensed the danger.
Alvin wondered, "Actually, there's a simpler solution. Just throw them both in jail. Why go through all this trouble?"
"Just wait and see. The show is about to start." Raymond glanced at Alvin, giving him a sinister smile. "Do you know the most ruthless way to get revenge on someone?"
Alvin gripped the steering wheel and shook his head.
Raymond smiled without speaking, the smile not reaching his eyes.
He looked at the falling snow outside the window.
Sarah had deceived him for so many years. Didn't she want to be his wife? He would let her taste the bitterness of having nothing.
It would be too easy to throw her in jail and sentence her to death.
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