Chapter 492 Margaret, We Don't Have Much Time to Waste
Did she still have a home?
An accident had wiped out all her memories, leaving her with only Raymond, who had completely betrayed her.
Seeing him reminded her of all the foolish things she had done.
Raymond noticed her silence and continued, his eyes red with emotion, "Margaret, when you came to The Hughes Group to find me and brought me the watch, talking about our past and those intimate details, I recognized you."
Margaret frowned, staring at him blankly, momentarily lost.
Then she heard him explain in detail, his voice filled with grievance, about his reasons for not taking her back, fearing she would be harmed.
The engagement news was fake, and the media was his doing.
When he received her call, he was genuinely happy, but because of Sarah, he had to call her shameless and suggest she see a neurologist.
The night she was thrown into the police station, he was indeed nearby.
He heard her call his name but didn't show up due to his own reasons.
Even when she fell and heard him call her name, it wasn't a hallucination. He had been silently watching over her.
Margaret listened to him, expressionless, head tilted back, hearing him excitedly recount how he used Sarah to kill Hubert.
He told her how Sarah's current situation was miserable, and he had avenged her.
He said there were no more obstacles, and they could be together openly.
If Margaret had heard these words before she lost all hope, she would have been moved to tears.
But could his reasons for hurting her be forgiven?
What about the suffering she endured?
Margaret's heart was a mix of emotions.
Raymond, seeing her still unresponsive, reached out with his large hand wearing the watch and held her palm, tears streaming down his face. It was the first time she saw him cry for her.
"Margaret, did you hear what I just said?"
"I heard."
"Margaret, I am the mute boy. Our fate started from such a young age. If it weren't for the five million dollars you gave me, I wouldn't be where I am today." Tears streamed down Raymond's cheeks as he cried and laughed, "Margaret, we've come a long way. I will make it up to you. I will treat you well."
Margaret had become homeless because of him.
She became an orphan because of him.
He would use his remaining days to fulfill all her wishes and treat her well.
But Margaret coldly withdrew her hand from his grasp, her face emotionless, "Are you done?"
"I'm done."
"Then please leave." Margaret pushed him away and went to open the door for him.
But he pulled her back, his voice hoarse, "Margaret, we don't have much time to waste. I... I have late-stage leukemia."
Margaret's eyes showed concern upon hearing this.
Her lowered hand clenched tightly, "I know."
"You know?" Raymond's eyes flashed with surprise.
Margaret looked up at him, "When you were spending time with Sarah, Daniel found out about it."
Margaret took a deep breath, and her heart ached. "Don't say anything more, Raymond. Whether you live or die, I don't care. When I came to find you, I wanted to ask about your treatment and warn you about the impostor by your side. But you didn't need my concern and threw me into the police station. I gave you a chance to explain."
"Margaret." Raymond's voice trembled, "I know I messed up."
Margaret's eyes reddened as she laughed bitterly, "It's too late. Since you're sick, go get treated. Don't waste your time on me."
She pushed him away again and opened the door, "Leave."
"Are you with Daniel now? Do you love him?"
Hearing his question, Margaret felt both sad and amused. After all this time, there was still no trust. She looked at him, and he was still the same as she remembered.
He would never know how deeply she loved him.
Back then, she could defy The Howard Family's opposition to be with him. Why would he think she couldn't cooperate with him, act, and face challenges together?
Raymond was always self-righteous, never considering her feelings.
She didn't understand why, if it was fake and he feared alerting the enemy, he couldn't explain it to her. He had no idea what she was angry about.
He didn't care if she was sad or hurt. When making decisions, he never considered her.
Such a man was no longer worth continuing with.
Margaret sniffed her red nose, too tired to explain, "You're right. I've moved on. Leave."
Raymond left.
She wasn't surprised at all.
He was always so self-righteous, with no patience.
In their relationship, he was always superior, and she was always inferior.
Margaret closed the door and returned to her bed, unable to sleep.
It was over. Their relationship was over.
The rain kept falling, thunder rolling, dark clouds swirling in the pitch-black night sky.
A text message suddenly popped up.
It was still the anonymous message from earlier.
Margaret picked up her phone, the message was brief: [I will wait downstairs at your place until you change your mind and start over with me. Accompany me for treatment.]
Seeing his message brought her mixed feelings.
Torn between joy and anger, she detected a somewhat commanding tone, perhaps a lingering habit from his days as a CEO.
But she was still angry and coldly replied: [Whatever.]
Raymond: [I won't disturb the neighbors or make a fuss. From today on, wherever you go, I'll follow. Don't think you can shake me off. You've taken the initiative so many times for me, I'll take the initiative once, it won't kill me.]
Margaret ignored him.
His messages kept bombarding her.
[You don't need to pour cold water on me, nor pity me. I won't leave.]
[Anyway, I don't have many days left. I've written my will. When I die, The Hughes Group will be passed on to you. You can be with your Daniel. When I'm dead, we won't bother each other.]
[Being drenched in the rain to death is a kind of happiness. It's better than being tortured by illness.]
Margaret felt even more annoyed reading these messages. This man was truly shameless and relentlessly persistent.
She turned off her phone.
Finally falling asleep, her room door was knocked on.
She thought it was Raymond and deliberately didn't respond, not opening the door.
Until she heard Alvin's voice outside, "Mrs. Howard, please open the door. Mr. Howard is in trouble."
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