Chapter 559 Raymond, You Must Not Make a Mistake
Margaret shrugged and defended Daniel, "That doesn't mean anything. Maybe they haven't been together long enough, and he's worried about bringing her out only to break up later. That would be awkward."
Raymond's eyes sparkled with amusement as he gently asked, "Do you think no one in this world is good enough for him?"
Margaret laughed, "Of course. Daniel's the best. So don't go badmouthing him in front of me, or I'll have to kick your butt."
Suddenly, the phone rang. Raymond's expression shifted slightly. He said he was stepping out for a smoke and left the hospital room with his phone.
Raymond stood in the stairwell, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and answered the call.
A woman's voice came through, playful and teasing, "Raymond, you rushed back so urgently. Is your wife okay? Did the baby look more like you or her?"
"How dare you call me? Didn't I say to contact me less?" Raymond's eyes darkened, and he bit down harder on the cigarette.
The woman was clearly unafraid, her tone flirtatious, "Oh, I'm so scared. Raymond, I'm such a timid person, don't frighten me. Why are you being so mean? Margaret and I are both your women; you can't favor one over the other!"
"Waverly! Shut up!" Raymond growled.
Waverly laughed softly, "Shut up? I'm a person, not a machine. How can I shut up? Only dead people shut up. Mr. Howard, a month ago, when we were drunk, I helped you to the hotel room. You weren't so cold then. You mistook me for your wife and were very passionate. If your wife knew you were with me while she was giving birth, do you think she'd call you a hypocrite and divorce you, or just ignore it and let you be with me?"
Raymond gripped his phone, sneering, "If you dare tell her, I'll make you regret it."
"As long as you behave and don't try to ditch me, we can all have a good life. If you dare to abandon me, Margaret won't have it easy either." Waverly taunted, "So, Raymond, for the sake of your wife and your marriage, you'd better not mess with me. Treat me nicely, smile at me more. I'm not unreasonable."
The call ended.
Raymond smoked one cigarette after another.
Waverly was his client. During a business meeting, someone had drugged him. When he woke up, she was in his bed, disheveled and crying.
He had been on edge every day since.
Terrified Margaret would notice something was off, he couldn't afford to gamble. Their relationship had been hard-won.
Margaret was due to give birth at that time.
He had sent Waverly abroad, arranged a villa for her, and had people watch her to prevent her return. Meanwhile, he was investigating that night's events.
He felt he hadn't had sex with Waverly and had been deceived.
But he had no leads, no clues.
So he shifted his investigation to Waverly's background.
Alvin was already looking into it, but it would take time.
A few days ago, he received a call from a servant overseas, saying Waverly was on a hunger strike, demanding to speak with him. He refused until he received an anonymous email.
The email threatened that if he didn't meet Waverly that night, Margaret would receive photos from that night.
So he lied about a business trip.
Raymond returned to the hospital room. He saw Margaret happily playing with their sleeping baby, lovingly kissing the baby's cheek, "Baby, we love you. We will always love you."
"Little one, grow up quickly and see this beautiful world." Perhaps it was motherhood, but he noticed Margaret's eyes were unusually tender, almost overflowing with love.
He was reminded of when they first got married.
She had cuddled up to him, asking, "Raymond, do you prefer boys or girls?"
"What? You like kids?"
"I don't just like kids. I like your kids."
Raymond looked at them, sighed, feeling a mix of heartache, guilt, and remorse. He didn't know if he had touched Waverly that night.
If he had, and Margaret found out, would she be devastated?
His marriage would likely fall apart.
They hadn't been married long, and he had hoped things would get better, but fate had dealt him a harsh blow.
He walked over, gently took the baby from her arms, and placed the baby back in the crib.
"Rest for a bit. I'll hold the baby."
"It's alright, and I can manage."
"Margaret, I love you." Raymond's throat felt tight, his emotions complex as he looked at the baby.
She didn't notice his distraction, his heavy heart, "I know."
"Margaret, if you found out I did something wrong, would you forgive me?" Raymond pressed his lips together, looking up at her.
She was stunned, taking a moment to respond, "Why would you say that? It depends on what you did."
Margaret, still recovering from childbirth, was a bit sensitive, "Raymond, do you have someone else?"
His hand holding the baby froze, his mouth twitching slightly.
"You've hurt me so many times. When we got married, you promised to treat me well. My parents are gone, and the Hughes Family is gone. Now, besides you and the baby, I have nothing." Margaret warned him seriously, "Raymond, if you mess around again, I—"
"What will you do?" He didn't deny it, instead, he asked this question almost involuntarily.
Margaret teased, "I'll take the baby and leave you completely. You'll never see us again. So, Raymond, don't do anything stupid. Don't do bad things. Some mistakes can't be made; that's my bottom line."
"There won't be. There won't be such a day."
It was as if he was speaking to Margaret and himself.
Raymond couldn't accept Margaret leaving him with the baby. It seemed Waverly couldn't return to the country. This matter must never reach Margaret.
Before Margaret found out, he had to deal with this troublesome issue quickly.
Meantime, Daniel drove away from the hospital, went home, changed clothes, had breakfast, and headed to The Taylor Group.
Walter finished reporting work and asked, "Mr. Taylor, are you okay today?"
"What?" Daniel looked at him, puzzled.
He explained, "Ms. Vaughn called me last night, asking if you were at the office. She didn't cause you any trouble, did she?"
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