Chapter 511 Begging Margaret to Feel Sorry for Raymond
Daniel stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Raymond didn't even have the strength to stand.
Alvin helped him up.
Raymond's eyes were red as he looked down the empty hospital corridor and suddenly laughed.
"Got beat up and you're still laughing?" Alvin grumbled.
"You don't get it."
"You're right, I don't, and I don't care to. You have no idea how mad I was when I saw him cozying up to Mrs. Howard at The Hughes Group. If it weren't for you, I would've told her the truth ages ago."
Raymond felt a deep sadness and a sense of suffocation, knowing he didn't have much time left. He thought about Margaret being pursued by another man, falling into the arms of his rival.
They would get married, have kids, grow old together.
Raymond, his name, would fade from Margaret's memory with time, until it disappeared completely.
But he felt he had no right to be sad.
Because he was the one who caused all this, he was the one who pushed Margaret away.
Alvin was chattering in his ear, but Raymond couldn't hear a word.
He was jealous, angry, and utterly desperate, not knowing how to ease the pain in his heart.
Alvin's scream still hung in the air when Raymond hit the ground.
In a daze, he heard Alvin crying and opened his eyes.
He saw himself lying on a stretcher, being rushed to the emergency room.
He had been in and out of the emergency room so many times these past few days.
Rufus had pulled him back from the brink of death many times.
He fought the urge to call Margaret, to see her.
But he knew, rationally, that he couldn't. She wasn't secure in her position yet; she couldn't be distracted.
Countless memories flooded Raymond's mind.
His consciousness blurred as he grabbed Alvin's hand, his eyes red. "Margaret, you're here—"
At those words, Alvin's tears fell uncontrollably.
Big, heavy tears landed on the back of Raymond's hand.
Alvin couldn't bear to speak, afraid to shatter Raymond's illusion, his throat tightening.
"Mr. Howard needs immediate resuscitation—"
Rufus gave the medical staff a look and they pushed Raymond into the emergency room.
Raymond clung to Alvin's hand, refusing to let go. "Margaret, don't leave—"
"Margaret, I love you. Margaret, I love you so much. I'm so happy you came to see me. I'm content, I can die without regrets."
Raymond's lips curved into a smile.
Memories of their time together flashed before his eyes.
Happy ones, sad ones, painful ones, moments of separation.
Frame by frame, they appeared in his mind, and he saw clearly all the little details he had missed before.
Margaret had loved him so much.
He just hadn't noticed.
The more impatient and resistant he had been, the more hurt her eyes had shown.
But it was too late when he realized his feelings; there was no going back.
Raymond thought, 'Margaret, I owe you in this life. I can't repay it. In the next life, let me protect you, okay? We have to meet, otherwise, how can I atone for these sins?'
Raymond choked, struggling to breathe, tears streaming down his face.
Alvin spoke soothing words, imitating Margaret's voice. Raymond, confused, couldn't tell who was who anymore.
He truly believed Margaret had forgiven him, and he was overjoyed.
Crying and laughing, Raymond was rushed into the emergency room by Rufus and the others.
Before the doors closed, Rufus turned to Alvin. "Get in touch with Margaret right away. If Raymond pulls through, he'll be crushed if he doesn't see her. If he doesn't make it, she should be here to say goodbye."
The emergency room lights blazed on.
The doors closed.
Alvin pulled out his phone and called Margaret.
Her phone was off.
At that moment, Margaret was asleep at The Hughes Manor.
She had a nightmare.
In the dream, Raymond, covered in blood, came to say goodbye, asking for her forgiveness. Even if she didn't forgive him, it didn't matter; he was dying.
Margaret hadn't even had time to react.
Raymond's figure shattered into pieces, impossible to reassemble in the air.
Shouting Raymond's name, Margaret woke up, sitting up in bed.
She turned on the bedside lamp.
It took her a moment to realize it had just been a dream.
She was home.
Who had brought her back was obvious.
Since waking up, Margaret couldn't sleep. She got out of bed and went to the wine cellar to pick a bottle of her father's treasured wine.
She sat in the study, where Marlon used to work.
Holding a wine glass, she ran her fingers over the desk, sitting in her father's favorite chair.
She flipped through her father's cherished books.
As she saw Marlon's notes in the margins, the handwriting old but familiar, she felt comforted.
The wine tasted bitter and astringent.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She muttered to herself, "Dad, I'm sorry. It was my poor judgment that brought a wolf into our home, leading to your untimely death. I have parted ways with Raymond and would never look back. Rest in peace, you and Mom."
She didn't sleep all night.
Lately, she had been working intensely on purpose, keeping herself busy.
But no matter how much work there was, it would eventually be done.
When she had free time, she thought of Raymond.
Maybe it was the emptiness of the night, so fitting for sadness, that brought back all the memories, flooding her mind.
She couldn't shake them off.
The next morning, Margaret, impeccably dressed in a white fitted suit, looked sharp and decisive.
Her hair was pinned up, secured with a clip.
She wore simple, elegant earrings.
Carrying a new luxury handbag, she entered the company, greeted by a chorus of polite smiles and greetings. "Good morning, Ms. Hughes."
Margaret, cool and detached, walked straight to the CEO's office.
"Mrs. Howard, you're finally here. I called you yesterday, but your phone was off." Alvin, standing at the door in a suit, brightened when he saw her.
The title made Margaret frown. "Please call me Ms. Hughes."
"Ms. Hughes, of course." Alvin quickly corrected himself.
Margaret opened the office door, turned on the light, placed her handbag on the desk, and sat in the leather chair.
Alvin followed her in, speaking urgently. "Ms. Hughes, please go see Mr. Howard."
"Why?"
"He was admitted to the emergency room last night and hasn't come out yet. When he went in, he mistook me for you." Alvin pleaded, "Ms. Hughes, Mr. Howard needs a bone marrow match. Without it, he won't last long. He's been a frequent visitor to the emergency room these days. Please go see Mr. Howard."
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