Chapter 526 He Won't Stop, She Won't End
The elevator doors slid open.
Margaret rushed towards the operating room.
Raymond lay on the stretcher, his face and body covered in blood, his features barely recognizable. He looked pitiful and disheveled.
Seeing Margaret, he managed a smile. Seeing her one last time, he could die without regrets.
But when he saw Daniel behind her, a look of disappointment flashed in Raymond's eyes, and his smile froze.
"Did you two get married?" He knew he shouldn't ask, that it would hurt to hear the answer.
But he couldn't help himself.
Daniel's expression changed slightly.
Margaret glanced around, her eyes landing on Rufus. "Get him into surgery."
Raymond was pushed into the operating room. This time, he didn't resist.
His gaze remained fixed on her.
Raymond thought, 'Margaret, you really married him, didn't you? Then what reason do I have to live? You are my life. Without you, how can I go on?'
The surgery lasted five hours.
Margaret waited outside the operating room for five hours.
She didn't know what Raymond was thinking, why he would drive his car into a mountainside.
Did he not care about his life?
She paced back and forth, skipping dinner.
Daniel's eyes showed concern. "You should go home and rest. I'll stay here and keep watch. I'll let you know as soon as he's out."
"That's not appropriate." Margaret refused without a second thought.
Daniel's heart tightened. They were about to get married, how could it be inappropriate?
Raymond was wheeled out of surgery by the medical staff and taken to the ICU.
"Ms. Hughes, I need to speak with you about Mr. Howard's condition," Rufus said, looking at Margaret with a complex expression.
Margaret nodded, then turned to Daniel. "You should go home. Don't worry about me."
"I'll get you something to eat. What do you want?" Daniel said.
"No need." Margaret followed Rufus down the hallway.
Daniel pressed his lips together. Because of Raymond, Margaret had ignored him once again.
His eyes reddened slightly as he turned and entered the elevator to go buy food.
At the end of the hallway, Margaret leaned against the wall, her eyes stinging from the sunlight.
She held back her tears.
"Ms. Hughes, Mr. Howard's surgery was successful."
Margaret finally felt a weight lift off her shoulders and let out a sigh of relief.
"But—" Rufus stammered.
Margaret asked, "But what?"
"Mr. Howard has no will to live. Subconsciously, he longs for death. Ms. Hughes, this is very dangerous. Please stay by his side during this time. Maybe he'll wake up."
Margaret hadn't expected that, even though the surgery was successful, Raymond didn't want to live.
She pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Stay by his side? He had caused the downfall of the Hughes family, made her an orphan.
Why should she stay by his side?
What did his life or death have to do with her?
"Ms. Hughes, if Mr. Howard doesn't wake up in three days, he never will. You're the person he cares about most. If you don't stay, there's almost no chance of a miracle."
"A person who wants to die can't be saved," Margaret said coldly. "I've done enough by coming here."
Everyone in this world suffered and struggled.
Pitiful people always had something detestable about them. Sympathy was wasted.
She didn't want to carry anyone else's karma anymore.
If he died, she could finally be free of him. That wouldn't be so bad.
Besides, he deserved to die, didn't he?
Margaret left.
Daniel had just returned with dinner. He didn't ask any questions, just quietly opened the car door for her to get in.
He drove her back to the Hughes Manor in silence.
"Raymond's surgery was successful, but he has no will to live. If he doesn't wake up in the next few days, he never will. Rufus wants me to stay by his side, hoping he'll wake up. He said I'm Raymond's hope. I refused."
Margaret stared blankly at the streetlights ahead, their dim glow flickering on one by one.
After a pause, she murmured, "My mind is a mess. I don't know what to do. I don't want him to die, but I don't want him to have it easy either. Why should I? Why should I always be there for him when he needs me, forgive him, take care of him? And when I needed him, he was never there. You always helped me. I can't betray you. We're about to get married."
"But am I being too heartless? Am I too cold, too cruel?"
Daniel gripped the steering wheel tightly, a bitter smile on his face. "Maybe you haven't truly let him go."
"Really?" Margaret looked at him.
He nodded. "If you had, you wouldn't care about his life or death, and you wouldn't be so conflicted. Margaret, you should ask yourself what you really want. If you can't let go, then stay with him, take care of him. When he wakes up, talk things out. If you don't want to be entangled, then don't contact him."
"I don't know what I want."
The car came to a stop in front of the Hughes Manor.
Daniel handed her the takeout dinner.
Then he got out and walked her to the door. "Margaret."
"What is it?" Margaret turned to look at him.
He was dressed casually, looking particularly energetic.
He gazed at her deeply. "Don't let my ten-year crush influence your judgment. Margaret, I want you to be happy. If being with me doesn't make you happy, I'll feel guilty. If you love Raymond, don't let hatred make you miss out. Time is precious, and we never know what tomorrow holds. Happiness is the most important thing. Don't consider anyone else, just think about yourself."
"Goodnight."
Daniel smiled at her.
Back home, eating the dinner Daniel had bought, Margaret decided she wouldn't concern herself with Raymond's life or death.
Once she decided to let go, she wouldn't waver.
She couldn't let Daniel down.
He had guarded her for over ten years.
How many decades did a person have in their life?
Marrying him and treating him well was the only way to repay his deep affection.
She had trouble sleeping that night.
The next day, Margaret forced herself to stay focused and busy with work. She filled her schedule to the brim, making time only to have meals with Daniel.
They both avoided mentioning Raymond's name.
After dinner, Daniel walked Margaret home.
Margaret received a call from Rufus. Annoyed by Daniel's presence, she said impatiently, "I don't care about his life or death. Stop calling me."
Then she turned off her phone.
Daniel put his hands in his coat pockets, watching Margaret silently as they walked home.
He knew that if he didn't end this relationship, Margaret wouldn't. Even if it made her uncomfortable, even if she was indifferent.
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