Chapter 501 Didn't Wait for His Answer
Margaret didn't get a response from Raymond.
Instead, the elevator doors suddenly opened.
Raymond, dressed in a hospital gown, walked past her and bumped her shoulder.
She almost lost her balance and nearly fell.
But he didn't even glance at her, let alone help her. He turned and walked out of the elevator, cold and indifferent.
Margaret quickly grabbed the elevator handrail, feeling a sting in her nose. She took a deep breath and followed him out of the room.
She went to find a nurse and told her that the patient had returned.
In the hospital room.
The nurse reconnected Raymond to the IV drip and then instructed Margaret, "You need to keep an eye on him from now on. It's too dangerous to let him go out alone."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you," Margaret said apologetically to the nurse.
The nurse shook her head, saying it was fine, and then left the room.
Raymond lay on the hospital bed, expressionless. She felt like the Raymond who used to be so compliant and begged her to come back was gone.
The cold and distant Raymond had returned.
Margaret felt a wave of panic and fear. She couldn't believe that if Raymond changed his mind again, she might not be able to handle it.
"What do you want for dinner? I'll go get it for you," Margaret asked, tugging at his hospital gown sleeve, showing weakness for the second time.
Without hesitation, he brushed her hand away and looked at her with cold eyes. "Why are you still here?"
"You asked me to stay with you for your treatment," Margaret's smile froze instantly, but she forced herself to keep smiling. She kept telling herself not to get angry.
He was a patient, and it was normal for patients to have mood swings.
She had to be understanding.
Raymond sneered, "I don't need you here anymore. Don't you understand plain English?"
Margaret clenched her fingers and lowered her eyes.
His words felt like they were stabbing her heart.
"The Hughes Group, I'll transfer it to you. From now on, you handle its operations."
"Raymond, just because I said a few things, you're cutting ties with me?" Margaret was stunned, her eyes dry and sore.
Her eyes turned red instantly.
When he saw her eyes redden, Raymond felt an intense, overwhelming pain. He deliberately avoided looking at her because he feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to say what he needed to say next.
"Margaret, The Hughes Group is yours, not mine! I've been working myself to the bone for your Howard Family for so many years that I've ended up with leukemia. Do you still want to keep exploiting me? You have hands and feet, so why do you need to rely on others? Or do you think that just because you're from a wealthy family, you don't have to do anything?"
Margaret looked at him as her tears started to flow. She wanted to hold them back, but she couldn't. The tears had a mind of their own, streaming down her face. "You were the one who wanted to join The Hughes Group. You wanted to achieve your ambitions and dreams. Raymond, I thought you loved your work."
"People change." Raymond sighed.
"Raymond, let's not argue right now. It's pointless. You're a patient, and I won't hold it against you. Focus on getting better, and we'll talk about everything else once you're well. Can we do that? You said it yourself, we've come such a long way together. Let's not waste time hurting each other. Words can kill. Let's say something nice, Raymond." Margaret took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face.
She looked at him, but he kept staring out the window.
The sunlight outside was bright, but her world felt cold and bleak.
"I haven't forgiven you yet, so stop this."
Hearing these words, Raymond's nose turned red too.
His eyes glistened with tears. He knew all too well that words could hurt.
If he could, he would work for The Hughes Group for a lifetime.
But there wasn't enough time.
If he didn't push her away now, she would suffer for the rest of her life after he was gone.
He knew Margaret well. After his death, she would likely live a lonely life.
The world was so beautiful, with the fragrant flowers of spring, the humid rains of summer, the picturesque snow of winter.
The autumn leaves were as red as blood.
She couldn't live a miserable, lonely life.
With Margaret's personality, if he died, she wouldn't want to live either.
If hatred could make her live better, take on responsibility, and become stronger.
He was willing to be the villain.
When Raymond thought of this, the guilt and affection in his eyes disappeared, replaced by mockery and disdain. His gaze was like silver needles piercing Margaret's body.
"Who needs your forgiveness? Margaret, can't you live without a man? Do your parents know how spineless you are now?" Raymond sneered, seeing Margaret's face turn pale with anger, her body trembling, and her fists clenched.
But she still held back, not losing her temper.
He continued to mock her with a smile, "What? Can't take a few words? With this level of endurance, you want to be my wife? To be a rich man's wife, you have to learn to swallow your pride. When a man cheats, you have to learn to clean up the mess. Margaret, every deal has a price. Did you think I'd be devoted to you for life just because of your face?"
"Raymond, stop it. If you keep talking, I'll get angry," Margaret warned, her eyes red, gritting her teeth.
Raymond said, "Have you ever visited your parents' graves? You lost your memory, but did you ever think about trying to get it back? Margaret, if I were your parents, seeing you neglect The Hughes Group and immerse yourself in love every day, I'd crawl out of my grave to scold you for being an ungrateful daughter."
"What did you say? My parents are dead?"
"Didn't Daniel tell you? Of course not, he wouldn't want to see you sad," Raymond sneered. "How many times did you sleep with Daniel? When I didn't bring you home, you two were at it every day, weren't you?"
"Raymond, I told you to stop!" Margaret shouted.
He deliberately provoked her with a smile, "Feeling guilty? Margaret, didn't your parents teach you about loyalty?"
"Raymond, shut up!" Margaret slapped him hard across the face, using so much force that her hand went numb from the pain.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
Margaret stared at him, questioning, "If you don't trust me and look down on me so much, why did you try to win me back? Is this some kind of game to you?"
His eyes turned even redder, the pain in his heart making it hard to breathe.
But the harsh words still came out of his thin lips.
"Win you back? Margaret, you're overestimating yourself. I just saw you as a conquest. I didn't expect that a few tears and a bit of rain would make you soften. Too bad, I'm not interested in you anymore."
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