Chapter 94 Increase the Dosage
In the doc's office, Margaret twisted open the bottle of painkillers right in front of him.
She dumped a handful of white pills into her palm and popped 'em into her mouth like candy.
The doc handed her a glass of water.
She took it, her tongue feeling so bitter she wanted to hurl.
She chugged the water, swallowing the pills, and downed two more glasses before the nasty taste finally faded.
The doc looked at her pale face, his thick eyebrows knitting together. "You're getting worse. One bottle ain't cutting it anymore; you need to double up. I'll write you a script for a few more bottles. Don't lose 'em again; this is serious."
"Thanks."
Margaret grabbed the three bottles of painkillers into her handbag.
"I still think you should tell your husband. Your records say you're married," the doc said, looking all conflicted.
If Raymond knew, he'd probably be thrilled, thinking the urn he bought would finally get used. She didn't want to get hurt again.
Plus, they were already getting a divorce.
Margaret thought about it, her lips twitching. "My dad's in this hospital too. Please keep this on the down-low. He's in a coma from a car accident and hasn't woken up yet. My mom can't handle more stress. As for my husband, we're splitting up, so no need to tell him."
The doc's look shifted from confused to sympathetic.
No wonder she was always alone; she had a lot going on.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Hughes. I'm a doctor, and I'll respect your wishes. No matter who asks, I'll keep your secret." The doc sighed. "Stay positive, don't freak yourself out. If you feel bad, come see me right away, got it?"
"Okay. Thanks."
Margaret grabbed her handbag and walked out.
Alvin, just stepping out of the elevator, spotted Margaret and quickly told Raymond, "She just came out of that office."
Raymond had already seen her.
Margaret walked slowly, looking deep in thought, her face still pale, really looking sick.
His intense gaze locked onto her.
Margaret felt like Raymond was there, silently watching her.
Did he still care?
She looked back, but there were only nurses and patients' families in the hallway.
Where was Raymond?
Margaret forced a bitter smile and tightened her grip on her handbag. Just then, the elevator door opened.
She quickly walked towards the elevator, blending in with the crowd.
She thought, 'What am I thinking? Raymond wants me dead; why would he be here? Am I still not giving up?'
Margaret pressed the button for the first floor. She now had $1.3 million; enough for Marlon's medical bills, no need to switch hospitals anymore.
The doc opened a drawer and put Margaret's medical records inside.
There was a knock on the office door.
He looked up.
Raymond, with a cold expression, walked in with his long legs.
"The person who just left, what's her deal?" He asked straight up.
The doc was stunned. "You mean Margaret?"
"Yeah, I'm her friend," Raymond said.
The doc sized up Raymond, who was tall, wearing a sharp coat, with an air of nobility, clearly a rich kid.
His features were perfect. But his expression was ice-cold, giving off a vibe of indifference.
The doc remembered him because his presence and looks were hard to forget.
Not too long ago, outside the OR, the doc heard Raymond mention Margaret's name and thought he was her hubby, wanting to fill him in on her condition.
But Raymond said he was just a friend.
"Her friend?" the doc frowned, puzzled.
Margaret never seemed to have any friends; she always showed up alone.
Who the heck was Raymond?
"Why all the questions? Just spill it," Raymond snapped, getting impatient. "Or do you want the director to handle this?"
The doc's eyelid twitched, realizing he couldn't mess with Raymond.
But he couldn't spill the patient's info without permission, so he fibbed. "Margaret just ate something bad. She's fine."
Raymond sneered.
So she just ate something bad, huh?
Margaret never told the truth.
His irritation eased a bit, and he turned to leave.
How could Margaret be unwell?
How could anything happen to her?
He couldn't trust a word she said anymore.
Alvin couldn't get why Raymond looked so upset if Margaret was fine.
Shouldn't he be happy?
Margaret was at the payment window in the first-floor lobby, dumping all $1 million into Marlon's account.
With enough cash, Marlon could stay in the hospital as long as needed.
Just after paying, Nancy called. "Margaret, how's the transfer going? The director's bugging me again."
"Mom, the money's in. No need to switch hospitals," Margaret said, putting her bank card back.
Nancy sighed, "Your dad won't wake up for another twenty days. The daily costs are sky-high. We need more money. Talk to Raymond; $1 million won't last. When your dad wakes up, he'll need more care. Nutrition, caregivers, all need money, Margaret."
Margaret felt like a weight was crushing her chest, making it hard to breathe.
She couldn't afford to die. If she did, Marlon wouldn't get his treatment.
"Margaret, did you hear me? We've become your burden. I'm sorry, Margaret." Nancy sobbed, guilt-ridden. "I wanted you to be happy and carefree, but we've become your burden."
Margaret, holding her phone, walked out of the hospital.
No sun today; the sky was a gloomy gray. The Hughes Family was in this mess because of her.
"Margaret, why aren't you talking? Are you mad? Don't be mad at me; you're my only daughter." Nancy cried harder. "I didn't want this either. You shouldn't have married that jerk Raymond."
The crying made Margaret feel even more oppressed. She blinked, looking at the dark clouds. "Mom, what are you saying? How could I be mad at you? I'll find a way to get the money. Don't worry. Just take care of yourself and wait for Dad to wake up."
Raymond and Alvin also came out of the hospital.
Margaret was surprised. Why was he here?
Whatever the reason, it wasn't because of her.
Margaret hung up. Alvin nodded at her and went to the basement to get the car.
Raymond stood on the bottom step of the hospital entrance, his back to her, not even glancing her way.
Did he hate her so much that he wouldn't even look at her?
Margaret's ears echoed with Nancy's words. "A million dollars won't last long, Margaret. Talk to Raymond. Marlon will need a lot of money when he wakes up. We've become your burden."
A black car pulled up.
Alvin got out and opened the back door for Raymond.
Raymond was about to get in.
Margaret called out, "Raymond, we need to talk."
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