Chapter 61 Tearing Off the Title Page Decisively
When she was zoning out, she always scribbled this line: [Margaret likes Raymond.]
But Raymond? He cursed her to die, like, more than once.
He even got an urn ready for her.
Raymond, that cold-hearted jerk, she couldn't and didn't want to like him anymore.
Her heart felt like it was on fire, burning so bad she could hardly breathe.
She ripped off the title page in a snap.
Margaret, looking all conflicted, crumpled it up and tossed it into the trash can by her feet.
Seeing her face change, Mary thought she was pissed and quickly said, "Ms. Hughes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Please don't be mad."
Margaret gave a soft smile. "I'm not mad. Push me out for dinner."
"Okay." Mary grabbed the wheelchair handles and rolled her out of the bedroom to the dining room for dinner.
At the CEO's Office of the Hughes Group, Raymond was buried in paperwork.
The phone on his desk suddenly rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he frowned a bit but still picked up, his voice cold and distant. "What's up?"
"Raymond, the day after tomorrow is Ashley's funeral. She had it rough, and her family is broke. I'm helping with the arrangements," Sarah said on the other end.
Raymond just said, "Okay."
Sarah asked, kinda hopeful, "Do you wanna come with me?"
Raymond shot her down, "I gotta sign a $100 million contract the day after tomorrow, can't leave."
He hated crowds and didn't even remember who Ashley was.
No point in going to some stranger's funeral.
"I see, it's okay, I'll go by myself then." Sarah forced a smile, feeling a bit let down.
Raymond asked, "Anything else?"
Sarah replied, "No."
As soon as she finished, Raymond hung up.
Even after knowing each other for years, he was still as cold as ever.
Feeling bummed from being turned down, Sarah was losing it inside, but it was cool. Once Margaret divorced and she became Raymond's wife, things would get better.
At the Hughes Manor, Mary was doing the dishes in the kitchen.
Margaret got up from the wheelchair and took a few steps.
Her ankle wasn't hurting as much anymore.
She slowly walked to the bedroom, found the clothes she needed for tomorrow, and laid them out by the bedside.
Mary rushed in and was shocked to see Margaret standing by the window folding clothes. "Ms. Hughes, you can walk?"
Margaret smiled. "I just sprained my ankle, it's better now. Mary, you don't need to come to take care of me tomorrow."
Mary asked, confused, "Ms. Hughes, you're getting clothes ready; are you going out?"
Margaret didn't think much of it and smiled. "Yeah, I'm going to a funeral the day after tomorrow."
Mary was super worried about her going alone. "Do you need me to go with you, Ms. Hughes? Your foot just healed."
Margaret shook her head. "No need, I can handle it, Mary. Thanks for taking care of me these past few days."
Mary said, "I'm not working for free. Alvin's gonna pay me. Ms. Hughes, you're too kind."
Margaret said, "I'll call you next time I need help."
Mary chatted with Margaret for a bit, then helped her close the bedroom door, took out her phone, and called Alvin to let him know she wouldn't be coming the next day.
Alvin sounded kinda happy on the phone, "Mrs. Howard's foot is really okay? She can walk now?"
Mary exclaimed, holding the phone, "Ms. Hughes and Mr. Howard are married, no wonder."
No wonder Margaret wrote that she liked Raymond on the paper.
But why did their relationship seem so messed up?
Alvin asked, "No wonder what?"
Mary dodged the question and added, "Alvin, Ms. Hughes is going to a funeral the day after tomorrow. I wanted to go with her, but she insisted on going solo."
Alvin said, "Got it. Your pay for these days will be in your account soon."
After hanging up, Alvin headed to the CEO's Office and knocked on the door.
Raymond, sounding indifferent, said, "Come in," and only then did Alvin push the door open and walk in.
Raymond was swamped and didn't even glance at him.
Alvin bit his lip and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Howard, are you going to the funeral the day after tomorrow?"
"Ashley's funeral?" Raymond looked up, his eyes deep and unreadable. "Did Sarah put you up to this?"
Alvin was a bit thrown off, then denied, "No, it was the caregiver taking care of Mrs. Howard who told me. She said Mrs. Howard is going to the funeral alone."
Raymond said with no expression, "Her foot healed that fast?"
Alvin nodded. "According to Mary, Mrs. Howard's all better."
"Guess she wasn't hurt bad enough. As soon as she's healed, she's off running around, even to a funeral." Raymond sneered coldly.
Alvin couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Howard, Ashley was the nurse you splashed coffee on. When she died, Mrs. Howard was the only witness. If she goes to the funeral, Ashley's parents might give her a hard time."
Hearing this, Raymond remembered the incident.
Ashley had taken Margaret's money, slacked off, and even tried to hit on him. He splashed her with coffee and kicked her out of the hospital.
Raymond leaned back in his leather chair, his long fingers stroking his chin.
He looked at Alvin with a sinister smile. "Have you really fallen for Mrs. Howard? Caring about her so much?"
Alvin replied, lowering his head, his tone respectful, "No, Mr. Howard, I'm your special assistant. My status is way different from Mrs. Howard's. How could I have any fantasies about her? I'm just reminding you, Mr. Howard, but it's your call whether to go or not. I know my place; I'll always be your special assistant."
Raymond took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and played with it in his hand. "Remember what you said; you'll always be an assistant. Don't show special concern for people you shouldn't care about."
This sentence carried a threat and a warning.
Alvin, of course, knew that Raymond was reminding him not to overstep.
Alvin said, "Yes, Mr. Howard."
Raymond coldly lifted his eyelids. "If she wants to go, let her go. Don't stop her."
Alvin's eyes showed unease and worry. "But what if something happens to Mrs. Howard?"
Raymond found the emotion in his eyes very irritating.
What was so great about Margaret that everyone around him was speaking up for her, helping her?
Thinking of this, Raymond gave him a cold smile. "Bring me the final version of the contract that needs to be signed the day after tomorrow."
Alvin left the CEO's Office, returned to his desk, printed the contract, stapled it, and once again pushed open the door, handing it to Raymond.
Raymond opened the contract and read it page by page, very carefully.
After confirming there were no issues, Raymond glanced at him. "Close the door on your way out."
"Mr. Howard, the last time you sent me to The Hughes Manor to get a tie, was it because you knew Mrs. Howard had sprained her ankle?" Alvin blurted out.
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