Chapter 502 Because I Don't Love You Enough
"Raymond, are you saying this because your condition's gotten worse and you want to push me away?" Margaret asked, her voice trembling. Just a few days ago, his eyes were filled with love when he looked at her.
His eyes, his heart, they were all about her.
When a man was in love, it showed—in his eyes, his words, the whole damn package. There was no way to fake that kind of truth.
The only explanation could be that he was making decisions on his own, just like last time, afraid of dragging her down.
She saw Raymond's eyes change slightly, which made her even more certain of her guess.
To ease his mind, she took his hand. His hand was warm and strong, and just holding it made her feel more grounded.
"Raymond, if you're saying these hurtful lies because your condition's gotten worse, there's no need for that." Her voice was beautiful, but thinking about sad things made it tremble slightly.
Raymond looked at her with a complex expression.
Her eyes were red, and tears kept falling down her cheeks, onto her lips. She looked like a broken porcelain doll, fragile and vulnerable.
"Stop making decisions for me, okay? Raymond, last time you pushed me away to find the culprit. Do you know how much that hurt me? When I saw the news about you and Sarah getting engaged, my heart ached so much. We're both orphans, and it's not easy to get to where we are now, supporting each other, keeping each other warm. Isn't that good?"
She continued, "I'll stay with you, don't say hurtful things anymore, and don't push me away. Focus on getting better. If you're mad because I was harsh with you earlier, I'm sorry. I'll watch my attitude from now on."
At this moment, Margaret was humble to the point of being insignificant.
Her tears fell onto Raymond's hand.
It felt like they were falling onto his heart.
For a moment, he wanted to pull her into his arms, kiss away her tears, and tell her, "Margaret, I'm not mad. Being scolded by you makes me feel happy."
But what good would that do?
He still couldn't find a suitable bone marrow, he still couldn't protect her for a lifetime.
If he had known his body would reach this point of no return, he wouldn't have gotten involved with her. He would have quietly waited to die alone in the hospital.
He had already made one wrong step, so he couldn't keep making mistakes.
Besides, he had avenged the wrong person, and she liked him now only because she had lost her memory.
"Are you listening to me, Raymond? Pull yourself together, do it for me. What if a miracle happens?" Margaret cried and pleaded.
In the past, when she cried, he would soften.
This time, she was surprised.
Not only did he not soften, he didn't apologize or promise to get better, and he didn't even wipe away her tears. Instead, he impatiently knocked her hand away.
Her hand hit the bed rail, the sharp pain made her gasp, and she forgot to let her tears fall.
Raymond's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, but he couldn't show it, no matter how worried he was.
His handsome face was covered with disdain and coldness, and he smirked. "Ms. Hughes, have you been watching too many melodramatic TV shows?"
"Ms. Hughes..." Margaret repeated the name, stunned. Just a few days ago, he was calling her his wife, and now it had changed so quickly.
He sneered, "We aren't married, so what's wrong with calling you Ms. Hughes? You didn't think that just because I called you my wife for a few days, you could actually be my wife, did you?"
"These past few days, you were begging for my forgiveness, standing in the rain, refusing to leave." Margaret still held onto hope, bringing it up.
He quickly denied it, "That was fake."
"You were protecting me, refusing to acknowledge me."
"Also fake. If I didn't say that, would you have softened? Margaret, I actually didn't recognize you. If Sarah hadn't slipped up at Silverwood, I would really be engaged to her now. You wouldn't even matter."
"We've been together for so long, and you couldn't recognize me? Anyone could get plastic surgery and replace me, pretend to be me. Raymond, tell me, why is that?" Margaret cried, asking.
She knew the answer, but she still wanted to hear him say it.
'Of course, it was to protect you.' He wondered.
Raymond squinted, giving a contemptuous smile. "Because I don't love you enough."
Margaret took a few steps back.
Her fingers gripped the bed rail.
These words were like sharp knives, piercing her heart, leaving it bloody and numb.
She had spent her entire youth chasing after a man, only to be dismissed with 'not loving enough.'
"Margaret, stop deceiving yourself. If a man truly loves a woman, he would recognize her. Her breath, her eyes, her gestures, they would be deeply imprinted in his mind, irreplaceable by anyone."
He added, "And you know, when you fell for me, it was all part of my plan. Your dad killed my father, I wanted your whole Hughes family to pay. I should thank you, if it weren't for you liking me, your dad wouldn't have died so quickly, and the Hughes family wouldn't have fallen so fast. You really were a big help in my revenge."
"Now that I've avenged my father, what are you to me? Should I keep you around and pamper you?" Raymond hardened his heart and said all the hurtful things in one breath.
Margaret's gaze changed as she looked at him. "My father died because of you?"
"Not because of me, because of you. He fell from the balcony and died, what a short-lived man."
Margaret, furious, stepped forward to slap him, but he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Now you know we can never be together, right? Get out, stop showing up in front of me; you're annoying."
"Raymond, you better hope this is all fake. Otherwise, or I will never forgive you." Margaret couldn't break free from his grip, tears of helplessness streamed down her face as she shouted, "If my father's death is really related to you, even if you die, I won't forgive you."
Raymond's throat felt sore, but he forced himself to remain indifferent and suddenly let go of her hand. "Who cares about your forgiveness? Get out, I don't want to say it a third time."
At that moment, the door to the hospital room opened.
Alvin walked in.
Margaret ran out crying.
"Mrs. Howard—" Alvin called out worriedly.
Margaret didn't look back, she hurriedly left, crying.
"Mr. Howard, did you have another fight with Mrs. Howard?" Alvin asked, looking at Raymond on the bed.
Raymond's eyes were filled with tears. "Arrange for Margaret to meet Percy. Let Percy tell her the truth about what happened back then. Make sure Margaret leaves me."
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