Chapter 510 If You Don't Want It, I Want It
The Hughes Group
Daniel finished the stack of files Margaret had given him and looked up to see her, exhausted and asleep on her desk.
The floor-to-ceiling window was open, and the night breeze gently blew in.
Though spring had arrived and it wasn't as cold as winter, he still worried Margaret might catch a cold.
Frowning, he quietly got up from the sofa and walked over to her. His defined fingers picked up the khaki trench coat draped over the back of her chair.
He gently placed it over her.
He picked up her laptop, returned to the sofa, and began recording the file data for her.
He finished the project files that had piled up.
Carrying the sleeping Margaret, he left The Hughes Group.
Under the bright moon and sparse stars, a gentle breeze lifted her long hair.
The car arrived at the entrance of The Hughes Manor.
She showed no signs of waking up.
Daniel knew how tired and worn out she had been lately, even if others didn't.
He carried Margaret to the villa's door, which required a password, but she was asleep.
He tried her birthday first.
It was wrong.
Then he tried her wedding anniversary next.
Still wrong.
Holding Margaret with one arm, he took out his phone and called Alvin to ask for Raymond's birthday. Alvin was puzzled, "Why do you need Mr. Howard's birthday?"
"If you don't tell me, don't bother coming to work tomorrow. Go to the hospital and keep Mr. Howard company."
Alvin reluctantly gave him a string of numbers.
Daniel entered them, and the door opened.
They had been divorced for so long, and she spoke so decisively, yet the house password was still about Raymond.
Daniel forced a bitter smile.
He carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the pink bed, and then bent down to remove her shoes. He saw her feet were red, with wounds and some inflammation.
When did she get hurt? Running around with injured feet in non-breathable shoes.
The Hughes Manor was located in the bustling heart of Silverbrook. Daniel bought her breathable flats, conveniently from the mall downstairs.
He could have called an assistant to handle it, but he didn't. Opportunities to help Margaret were rare. After guarding her for so many years, he only had a few chances.
So he cherished every opportunity to help her.
His feelings were conflicted; he wanted to help her often and be close to her, yet he hoped she would never need him.
He just wanted her to be happy, even if her happiness wasn't from him.
He bought a pair of pretty shoes and went to the pharmacy for anti-inflammatory ointment.
He cleaned her wounds, applied the ointment, and covered her delicate body with a blanket.
He heard her murmuring something with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted.
Daniel bent down to listen.
"Raymond!"
Even in her dreams, she was calling Raymond's name.
It seemed they were truly hard to separate.
Daniel took her cold wrist, lifted the blanket, and tucked her hand inside.
He needed to help Margaret win Raymond back.
As the bedroom door closed.
"Raymond, I don't love you anymore." Margaret murmured, a tear sliding from her closed eye.
Daniel stood outside the hospital, smoking a cigarette in the cold wind, thinking for a long time before deciding to go upstairs to talk to Raymond.
He wasn't that magnanimous; he didn't want to keep making sacrifices for others.
But Margaret's heart was with Raymond. Daniel wanted Margaret to live well, to always be happy.
Margaret would quickly wither away if she left Raymond. The simplest and most effective way to keep a flower alive is not to break it, not to let it leave the branch.
In the hospital room.
Daniel spoke a lot, but Raymond remained silent, showing no intention of responding.
His indifferent attitude angered Daniel, "Are you even a man? Margaret is crying for you, hurting for you. Don't you think you should do something?"
What could a dying man do?
Raymond smiled indifferently, "I think things are fine as they are."
"Raymond, I heard you've been looking for a bone marrow match. You don't have much time left, do you? If you're treating Margaret this way to avoid burdening her, then you're just being presumptuous. How do you know Margaret wouldn't want to stand by you? You've made decisions for her several times now, haven't you learned your lesson?" Daniel said.
He grabbed Raymond's collar, "Get her back, do you hear me, Raymond? I'll help you find the bone marrow. Margaret will be with you through the treatment."
Raymond's Adam's apple bobbed, a struggle flickering in his eyes.
He knew Margaret was easy to win over. If he lowered his head, said sweet words, shamelessly clung to her, she would eventually forgive him.
But he couldn't do that anymore; most of the week had already passed.
The bone marrow still hadn't been found.
Margaret was stubborn in love. If he died, what would she do?
Leaving her to grow old alone would be too selfish, too cruel.
Besides, she was doing well now.
Step by step, she had become the person he wanted her to be. Going back now would mean all efforts were wasted.
Raymond remained silent.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Raymond, you loved her so much back then, willing to donate your liver for her. I don't believe you don't love her anymore." Daniel tightened his grip on Raymond's hospital gown.
"What do you want me to say, Daniel? You like Margaret, don't you? If you like her, go confess, go pursue her. Why are you telling me all this nonsense?"
"Nonsense?"
"If Margaret can't forget me, it means she's cheap. It means she's shameless. What does that have to do with me? I've long forgotten her completely." Raymond sneered coldly.
Daniel, enraged, punched him in the face.
Raymond rolled off the bed, his tongue pressing against the side of his mouth where he was hit.
"Raymond, are you out of your mind?" Daniel glared at him.
Seeing Daniel so protective of Margaret, Raymond felt relieved. Even in the afterlife, he could be at peace.
"Daniel, I'm not a good person. We're both men; you know how quickly men can change their hearts. I don't want her simply because I've changed my mind, not because of my illness. Even if I weren't sick, I wouldn't want her."
"You played with her, and now you want to return her? You think you can just do that?"
Daniel, completely enraged, punched Raymond several times. Raymond was left bloodied, and the hospital room door opened. Alvin rushed in, shielding Raymond, "Mr. Taylor, Mr. Howard doesn't have much time left. Why are you still arguing with him?"
Glancing at the blood-stained hospital gown, Daniel reluctantly lowered his raised fist, "Raymond, you said it yourself. Margaret may be trash to you, but she's priceless to me. If you don't want her, I do."
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