Chapter 503 That Night, Fireworks Bloomed One After Another
Alvin frowned, feeling uneasy but unable to stay silent. "Mr. Howard, isn't this a bit much? You know how Mrs. Howard went off the deep end after her liver transplant and getting her memory back, right? If she finds out the truth, it could be the end for you two."
Raymond's throat tightened, and hot tears streamed down his face, soaking into the sheets. "If hating me makes her stronger and helps her live better, then I can die without regrets."
"Mr. Howard, I get that you mean well, but you gotta be careful with how you go about this. You and Mrs. Howard have been through hell and back together. You should leave yourself some wiggle room. What if you survive and she leaves? You'd be left with nothing but regret. I still think it's better for her to stay with you, for you two to face everything together."
"It's too late. She knows everything. Follow my instructions. Have someone keep an eye on her and make sure she's safe." Raymond sighed.
"Got it."
"Are the documents for transferring The Hughes Group ready?"
"They should be finalized in the next couple of days."
Meantime, Margaret wandered the streets, feeling lost and desolate.
Thunder and lightning clashed, and rain poured down in torrents.
The rain mixed with her tears, soaking her hair and clothes.
Her wet hair clung messily to her pale cheeks.
Raymond's voice echoed in her ears.
"Honey, I'm sick. Can't you have a little pity on me?"
"I was just playing with you. A little rain and some sweet talk, and you soften up?"
"Pathetic, aren't you?"
"Your parents have been dead for so long, and you haven't even visited their graves? You just let your lost memories stay lost? If I were your parents, I'd be so angry I'd crawl out of my grave to curse you for being such an ungrateful daughter."
The rain grew heavier, making it hard for her to keep her eyes open.
Her shoes fell apart as she walked.
She slipped and fell into a muddy puddle.
Dirty water seeped into her eyes and nose.
Her arm scraped against the ground, the pain keeping her down for a long time.
Her forehead hit the ground hard.
Her mind went blank.
The world spun as lost memories surged back to her like a tidal wave.
Margaret's eyes widened, rain beating down on her face.
Long-forgotten memories flashed before her eyes.
She begged Raymond at The Hughes Group, saying, "Please save my father. I'll do anything if you cover the medical expenses."
She brought supplements to the hospital, only to see Sarah confessing to him, asking for a kiss: "Raymond, I want to be your wife. Will you keep your promise and marry me?"
Raymond, trying to force her to divorce, threw the divorce papers in her face, the corner of the paper cutting her delicate skin.
He cursed her to die, forced her to take medication, and even compelled her to sleep with him.
She showed him her liver cancer diagnosis, but he tore it to shreds, not believing her, only wanting to torment her.
The liver transplant was just another way to torture her.
"Margaret, I won't let you die. You haven't paid back what you owe me."
"Raymond, if one day you find out I've disappeared because of you, will you feel pain? Will you be sad? Will you cry?"
"I'll set off fireworks for days to celebrate your departure."
Then she saw Marlon jumping off the balcony on Christmas Eve, Raymond letting go of Marlon's hand, Marlon falling to his death at her feet.
There was blood everywhere, vivid red and startling.
She kept begging Raymond to save Marlon.
But Marlon still died on Christmas Eve.
Nancy cursed her for being ungrateful, for causing Marlon's death, for bringing disaster to The Hughes Family.
The night Marlon died, fireworks went off one after another.
Everyone else was celebrating with their families, but her family was shattered.
Nancy died on the way back from the funeral.
Raymond forcibly took her liver, and even though she wanted to die, he kept her imprisoned by his side.
In the end, she jumped from his villa.
But she didn't die.
Daniel saved her.
After she was saved, she lost her memory again, only remembering Raymond, and she went back to find him, only to see Sarah, who had undergone surgery to look like her, by his side.
She foolishly worried about him, afraid Sarah would harm him, concerned about his illness.
In the end, she was just played by Raymond.
Margaret lay in the rain, the downpour becoming even more relentless.
She cried out in helplessness and despair.
Her sobs were drowned out by the rain.
Why did it have to be like this?
How did her life become so tragic?
The Hughes Family was ruined because of her, and she kept going back to her enemy, falling in love with him over and over.
How could she be so pathetic?
How could she be so shameless?
Raymond was right. If her parents saw her like this, they would die with their eyes open, wishing they could crawl out of their graves to strangle her.
Endless sorrow and despair filled her heart.
Margaret pounded the wet asphalt with her hands, over and over.
Her palms bled, but she felt no pain.
She truly deserved to die; she was the epitome of stupidity.
Did Raymond hate her that much? Why did he keep doing this?
Why couldn't he deceive her for a lifetime?
Why did he have to make her remember all this pain, bring up all these old wounds?
She didn't want to regain her memory at all.
They were once husband and wife, but every move he made was lethal, giving her hope only to push her into the abyss.
She didn't know what time it was when she returned to her rented room.
Margaret scrubbed herself frantically in the bathtub.
Every part of her body that Raymond had touched, every inch of skin she had slept on, she scrubbed with a washcloth, as if trying to erase the filth.
Her skin turned red and raw, but she felt she could never get clean.
Margaret was furious.
She slapped herself hard across the face.
"Margaret, how can you be so stupid, falling for Raymond's tricks every time?"
As she hit herself, she broke down in tears.
She didn't know when she fell asleep in the bathtub.
A call from an unknown number woke her.
Groggily, she answered. The caller said they were a prison guard, and Percy was about to be executed. He wanted to see her one last time.
Percy was Marlon's driver, an honest and loyal man who had been highly trusted by Marlon.
Margaret changed clothes and took a cab to the prison.
She met Percy.
Since their last meeting, Percy had aged significantly. Wearing a death row inmate's uniform, he looked at her, tears streaming down his face before he even spoke.
Margaret looked at him, unsure of what to say.
"Ms. Hughes, I want to tell you the truth about Raymond's parents' deaths."
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