Chapter 70 Can't Wait Anymore, Right?
Raymond chuckled, "Or maybe I swung by just to check on you? Margaret, get real."
Margaret shook, clutching the wall, her puffy eyes blinking. "You really want me gone that bad?"
Raymond smirked, "Margaret, you forgetful or just nuts? You've asked this a million times. Don't you get how much I want you dead? Alvin's already got your urn ready; all that's left is for you to kick the bucket. I even got fireworks for your funeral."
He crossed his arms, leaned in close, and gave a creepy grin. "Your fave pic is our wedding one, right? I'll cut it out and use it for your memorial. Aren't I just the best?"
Margaret, on the edge of losing it, gritted her teeth. "You can't wait, huh? So eager to get my urn ready?"
Raymond whispered in her ear, "Yeah, so you better hurry up and die. You wanna die anyway, right? Why not make it sooner?"
Margaret was now sure Ashley's death had something to do with Raymond.
Raymond, who couldn't wait for her to die, wouldn't miss this chance.
Ashley didn't want to kill her and chose to off herself.
Was the gift that showed up half a month later proof of Raymond's crime, like a recording device?
Margaret's scalp tingled from Raymond's laughter. He could still laugh. What a beast.
If she died, he'd be so thrilled.
Raymond didn't see it coming and got slapped by Margaret.
She gritted her teeth and raised her hand for another slap. "Bastard! Raymond, I curse you!"
Raymond's face darkened, and he grabbed her wrist hard, sneering, "Only the weak believe in curses. Margaret, you'll never see the day I die, and I promise you'll go before me."
Death. Always death. Such a heavy and tragic thing, yet he talked about it like it was nothing.
Raymond suddenly let go, making Margaret fall hard to the ground.
Raymond's phone rang. He pulled it out and answered. Margaret couldn't hear the other side.
She only heard Raymond speak softly, "Hang on, I'll open the door for you."
Raymond walked past Margaret, went downstairs, and left The Hughes Manor.
Margaret was curious about who he was meeting.
She got up from the floor and ran to the window.
Sarah was holding Raymond's arm as they walked to the car.
Raymond opened the car door, and Sarah hopped in the passenger seat.
Maybe feeling her stare, Raymond looked up.
The window of The Hughes Manor was empty, nothing there.
Raymond got in the driver's seat and drove off.
Margaret stepped out from behind the curtain, her long fingers gripping it tight. Sarah had really come.
And he had really left with her.
In the car, Sarah thought about how Raymond hadn't pushed her away when she held his arm, so she boldly tried to hold his other hand.
Raymond was driving with one hand, as usual.
Before she could touch his hand, he shot her a sharp look.
Just one look from Raymond made Sarah awkwardly pull her hand back.
Sarah picked up her phone, opened a food delivery app, and while scrolling, asked, "Raymond, what do you want for a late-night snack?"
"I'll drop you at the bus stop ahead. Alvin's waiting there; he'll take you home." Raymond didn't even lift his eyelids, feeling more and more annoyed by Sarah's chatter, which gave him a headache.
Sarah was floored. "You're not taking me home?"
Raymond's voice was ice-cold. "Got other things to do."
He kept his eyes on the road, the streetlights casting shadows through the leaves onto his chiseled face, making him look even colder.
With his free hand, Raymond pulled out a pack of smokes, lit one up, rolled down the window, and took a drag.
Sarah bit her lip. "But Raymond, it was Margaret who called me to pick you up."
She wasn't ready to give up.
Raymond shrugged, "Then go find the one who called you."
"Today, Margaret spilled coffee all over me. I was so scared. Stay with me. If you don't want to stay, at least take me home." Sarah boldly grabbed Raymond's arm, shaking it as she pleaded.
Raymond glanced at her hand on his arm, frowning. "Let go."
Sarah pleaded, "Raymond."
Raymond's voice was firm. "I don't want to say it again."
Sarah knew him well. Once he made up his mind, there was no changing it.
So, Margaret had played her.
The car stopped by the bus stop.
Sarah was pissed but didn't dare to slam the car door.
She got out and was driven home by Alvin.
Sarah ordered a piece of lingerie from the delivery app, the sheerest kind.
As soon as she got home, the delivery arrived.
Sarah put on the lingerie, posed provocatively in front of the bathroom mirror, and took a seductive photo, sending it to Margaret's phone.
Then she turned off her phone and went to sleep.
Margaret didn't see the photo immediately.
She was in the bathroom, halfway through her shower, when her liver started to spasm, causing her to curl up in pain.
The painkillers were all gone.
She had been so busy attending the funeral that she forgot to go to the hospital for more medication.
She even forgot she was a terminal liver cancer patient.
She thought the pain would subside after a while.
But it intensified, making her feel like her body was being put through a meat grinder, causing her to cry in agony.
She struggled to crawl out of the bathroom, forgetting to dry herself.
Her phone was charging in the bedroom.
Margaret crawled to the bedroom floor, her forehead drenched in cold sweat.
She reached out and yanked the charging cable from the phone, her fingers trembling as she held it.
She wanted to call Raymond to bring her some medicine.
Her fingers trembled as she entered the password.
Suddenly, a picture appeared on the screen.
In the picture, Sarah was wearing a sheer outfit, barely covering her private parts, posing provocatively.
There was also a message: [Margaret, this is the outfit Raymond picked out for me. How could I be so selfish to enjoy it alone? I had to show you. He was amazing just now, and he even said I'm different from you. Margaret, as a woman, you're such a failure. Your husband talked about you like that behind your back. You should reflect on why you can't keep his heart.]
Margaret's forehead veins bulged.
She threw the phone to the ground, shattering the screen instantly.
Sarah was too much!
Margaret thought, 'Raymond, you can't wait anymore, can you?'
She had hoped he would bring her medicine. Now that it was just her pipe dream.
Margaret cried in anger, unable to swallow her rage.
The pain in her body made her cry even more.
Struggling, she crawled to the phone.
She picked it up and dialed 911.
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