Chapter 508 Even If the Whole World Leaves You
The car pulled out of the hospital and onto the asphalt road.
Daniel's fingers gripped the steering wheel as he glanced at her, his voice warm and his smile bright. "Everything taken care of?"
Margaret nodded, clutching her handbag tightly. After a moment, she looked up at him with gratitude: "Thanks, Mr. Taylor."
"It's just a ride, Ms. Hughes. No need to make a big deal out of it." In truth, it wasn't just a ride. He had no business at the hospital; he simply wanted to help her, to be closer to the person he liked.
He had no intention of revealing these thoughts to her.
Margaret's lips moved slightly: "No, Mr. Taylor, you've saved me from tough situations more than once. Without your help, I don't know where I'd be. I don't know what else to say besides thank you."
It was the first time she felt words were inadequate. This thank you felt light, insufficient to express her gratitude.
It was truly sad. The happiness she yearned for and pursued always let her down, leaving her wounded. Yet, it was Daniel, a stranger, who helped her.
"Are you trying to say I'm a good person?" Daniel's smile deepened, his eyes filled with amusement.
Margaret pressed her lips together. "Mr. Taylor has always been a good person."
"I'll come to The Hughes Group tomorrow to help you."
"No need." She instinctively refused. She already owed him too much; how could she trouble him further?
"Ms. Hughes, although you've inherited The Hughes Group, you're a young woman, and the board members won't easily let you take control. You can't rely on Raymond anymore. During Raymond's tenure, I collaborated with The Hughes Group and know more about its affairs than you do."
Daniel calmly analyzed the situation for her: "Without internal support, you won't be able to hold your position."
"You're not an insider either, just a collaborator with The Hughes Group. You can't help me much." Margaret smiled bitterly. She appreciated his enthusiasm, but he was ultimately an outsider.
The car stopped at the entrance of The Hughes Manor.
Margaret was about to get out.
Daniel suddenly spoke, his eyes narrowing with a faint smile: "Ms. Hughes."
"What is it?" She turned back.
He suddenly leaned in, pressing Margaret against the car window. She looked at him, puzzled. "Mr. Taylor."
"Ms. Hughes, don't worry. I just wanted to tell you that I happen to have some shares in The Hughes Group. I'm actually the second-largest shareholder on the board."
Seeing the shock in her eyes, he was pleased with her reaction. He supported himself with one hand beside her, his smile deepening, his presence as clean and pure.
"So, Ms. Hughes, are you really not planning to recruit me to work for you?"
Margaret wasn't foolish. If what he said was true, then Daniel was someone she needed to recruit.
But what was his motive?
"What does Mr. Taylor want in return?" She didn't like beating around the bush and asked directly.
He thought for a moment, then released his hand and sat back: "You could visit my home sometime."
"What?" Margaret didn't understand. What did his home have to do with his return?
Daniel smiled. "Ms. Hughes, spring is here."
"I know."
"My roses are about to bloom. I'd like you to come and see them, give me some advice. Consider it my reward for helping you."
Roses, a symbol with a hint of romantic sentiment.
So, he was helping her just to have her look at some roses?
Margaret was confused, a thought crossing her mind—could he like her?
Was his desired return her?
Margaret suddenly realized this possibility. A man wouldn't help a woman so much without a motive; it didn't make sense.
Daniel saw her hesitation and smiled, explaining: "I have someone I like. I want you to see the roses because the girl I like also loves roses."
"You both are women. What you like, she should like too."
With just these words, he completely dispelled Margaret's doubts. Of course, he had someone he liked.
What was she thinking? How could Daniel like her? He was such a good person; how could she be worthy?
Besides, she was already scarred, her heart cemented shut.
"Alright, remind me when the time comes. I'll help with the planning." She pushed open the car door and got out.
The weather was nice today, the sun warm, the breeze gentle.
Daniel watched Margaret's departing figure through the half-lowered car window.
She wore a satin floral dress that hugged her curves, the breeze lifting the hem to reveal a bit of her calf.
Daniel picked up the cigarette box from the car door, took one out, placed it between his lips, lit it, and started smoking.
Margaret's figure grew more distant.
He bit the cigarette, murmuring to himself, "Fool, the person I like is you. How to tell you without scaring you. Without seeming abrupt."
Now it wasn't the right time. He needed to help Margaret clear the obstacles ahead, secure her position as president of The Hughes Group, and then find the right moment to confess.
Slowly but surely, after waiting so many years, there was no rush.
In the following days.
Just as Daniel predicted, the board was unhappy about The Hughes Group being handed to Margaret, demanding a re-election for the new president.
With the support of Alvin, Daniel, and Raymond's old subordinates, Margaret was protected.
However, within The Hughes Group, some executives were resigning, unwilling to accept Margaret's leadership.
After firing a batch of troublemakers, Daniel brought in capable personnel from The Taylor Group to maintain The Hughes Group's operations.
The immense pressure left Margaret no time to dwell on the pain of her breakup. She was busy reviewing project documents, attending meetings, working late, and putting in overtime.
At first, she couldn't understand the meetings, feeling sleepy.
But soon, she could follow along, even participate.
Throughout the company's turmoil, Daniel and Alvin remained by her side.
Margaret suddenly realized how foolish she had been, willing to die for Raymond. It wasn't that she couldn't live without Raymond.
She had been a sheltered flower, living a life of leisure without the burden of supporting a family or the necessity of work, with her parents and husband providing for her.
When those who carried the burden disappeared, she found her life incredibly fulfilling. Though tired, she had no time to lament over an elusive love.
The small night lamp on her office desk emitted a dim light.
Her eyes ached from reading project documents, and she rubbed her head with her fingers.
Her body tiredly leaned back in the leather chair.
This was the seat Raymond once occupied.
The desk no longer held his warmth, his scent.
She realized she had been moving forward alone, walking a long path. Reflecting on the past, she realized that she and Raymond had long since lost each other.
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