Chapter 95 The Pain Made Her Want to Cry
Raymond just brushed her off and ducked into the car.
Margaret dashed down the steps. "Raymond, just give me two minutes, please."
"Sir, nothing urgent right now. Just hear her out," Alvin chimed in.
Raymond shot him a glare. "Buzz off."
Even though Alvin got chewed out, he bought Margaret those two minutes. He turned and wandered off near the hospital.
He'd heard there was a little garden downstairs with all kinds of flowers. Alvin figured he'd check it out.
Margaret stepped closer, trying to figure out how to start.
Raymond stepped back, putting some space between them.
That tiny move felt like a needle in her eye, making her want to cry, but she held it in.
Raymond's smirk was pure mockery. "Just talk, don't get close to me."
She'd heard his cold words a million times, but they still stung. Margaret wondered how long it would take to grow numb.
Margaret bit her lip, staring at her shoes, and finally found the courage to speak. "I know you hate me, my dad, and the Hughes Family even more."
"Get to the point." His icy voice cut her off.
Her lips twitched, and she looked up with a forced smile. She knew it probably looked worse than crying.
"Let's make a deal. Before the divorce, you can do whatever you want to me. I won't fight back," Margaret said softly.
"What? Trying to make up for your sins?"
Raymond's eyes flashed with surprise. What was up with her today?
Margaret's eyelashes fluttered like leaves in the wind. "After the divorce, I'll disappear from your life. But you have to promise to take care of my dad, my mom, and the Hughes Family."
Raymond might be a jerk, but he was all she had left.
Maybe he'd treat the Hughes Family and Marlon decently for the sake of their past.
"So this is your plan, taking me for a fool?" Raymond laughed coldly, his eyes full of scorn.
Margaret avoided his gaze to shield herself from the hurt. "I'll also help you find out the truth about your parents' deaths. Raymond, if it was really my dad, I'll make it right."
"What will you do? Can you trade your life for theirs?" he sneered.
Margaret didn't hesitate. "I can, as long as you agree to my terms. After the divorce, I promise you'll never see me again. You can do whatever you want to me for these next twenty days. Just agree to my terms."
"I'll never agree to that, Margaret. I want Marlon dead more than anyone." Raymond coldly refused and opened the car door. "You asked the wrong person. Find your Mr. Taylor. Maybe he'll agree."
As he got into the car, Alvin returned, nodded to Margaret, and then got in and drove away.
That night, after Margaret finished cooking, she opened her notebook and wrote: [20 days left until departure. Marlon needs money, the Hughes Family needs money. Before I die, I need to gather enough money for Marlon's future. Find out the truth about Raymond's parents' deaths, get the gift from Ashley, and finally, meet the little mute.]
She didn't have much time left. And there was still so much to do.
Margaret weighed the pros and cons, set aside her grudges against Raymond. She had no other options.
She didn't earn enough money, but making money from him was only getting harder.
If she tried to get a job, no one would hire her.
In the end, she'd still have to go crawling back to Raymond.
So, why not milk it for all it's worth?
Getting him to promise to look after Marlon and the Hughes Family was way more important than any amount of cash.
Once she proved Marlon didn't kill Raymond's parents, maybe his hatred for the Hughes Family would chill out.
That night, she didn't sleep. Instead, she went out, bought groceries, and made his old favorite breakfast.
She didn't know how to cook at first. When they started dating, he used to cook for her.
He was a great cook, as good as any restaurant.
But then he joined the Hughes Group, and Marlon kept him busy. Too busy to cook for her. So, she had to live on takeout.
Margaret heard takeout was gross and unhealthy, so she hired top chefs to teach her how to cook.
She was smart and picked it up in a month.
His taste buds got used to her cooking.
But when Marlon fell down the stairs and she and Raymond were getting a divorce, she stopped cooking for him.
Now, she was cooking to beg him to protect the Hughes Family after she was gone.
How ironic.
She had to beg the person she hated most, Raymond.
The Hughes Group had blown up under Raymond's leadership.
She remembered a year ago, it was just a two-story building.
Now it was two buildings.
The Hughes Group used to have only two hundred employees, now it had twenty thousand.
The Hughes Group's building still had his giant photo on the billboard.
He was wearing a suit, the one she bought for him while shopping.
She had insisted he wear it for the promo photo, wanting to show off her taste.
Raymond had initially refused. But she threw a fit, and he had to agree.
Next to the giant photo was a big electronic display.
The display was showing an interview with Raymond, playing on a loop.
The female host looked at the handsome Raymond and smiled. "Sir, as we know, your wife is from the Hughes Family. Why did you marry her?"
Margaret stopped with the thermos in her hand, staring at the giant display.
How would he answer?
She thought, 'Because of hatred and exploitation?'
Raymond didn't answer right away, his strong brows slightly furrowed as if thinking.
Margaret was nervous, waiting for his response.
On the display, Raymond faced the camera, showing a gentle smile, lazily sitting on a bench, as if looking at her.
"Because of love. She is a very kind person. She fell in love with me at first sight."
Raymond seemed to transcend the display, transcending the vast crowd, speaking to her.
"And did you fall in love with her at first sight?" The female host threw out another question.
On the giant display, Raymond faced the camera, paused for a dozen seconds, then relaxed his furrowed brows. "Of course."
Margaret couldn't help but grip the handle of the thermos tightly, giving a bitter smile. She had asked Raymond this question before, more than once.
His answer was always the same, deceiving her. Now, she wouldn't believe such lies anymore. Raymond must have said it to maintain his image as a loving husband.
At the office, when she pushed the thermos in front of him, he opened the lid, and the aroma wafted out.
Raymond's face turned cold as he stared at the food in the thermos for half a second.
Then he threw the thermos into the trash can without expression. "Don't do this again. It makes you look pathetic."
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