Chapter 98 So He Hated Her to this Extent
He hated her so much now that just hearing her voice made his face twist up.
Margaret didn't push it.
Half an hour later, the car pulled up at the men's prison.
Raymond, all annoyed, told her to get out.
Then he yanked her into the prison. The guards knew Raymond well; they nodded and said hey.
Raymond barked a few orders, and the guard led Margaret inside.
A bunch of guys in prison jumpsuits were brawling, with a few of them holding one guy down and beating the crap out of him.
They even grabbed a chair and smashed it over him.
And that wasn't the end of it; they kept punching and kicking him. The guy just covered his head and curled up, taking the beating without a fight.
The guard blew a whistle, and the fight stopped on a dime.
The guard said to the guy on the ground, "Someone wants to see you. Get up."
"Who wants to see me?" The guy looked up.
When he saw Margaret standing there, he froze.
He thought he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes.
Margaret's eyelid twitched when she saw his face, and she was shocked too. "Percy."
The visiting room was empty.
It was just Margaret and Percy.
Margaret looked him over; his hair was shaved off, his face was rough and sallow, and he looked totally beaten down.
His face was as pale as a ghost, no color at all.
His prison uniform was faded and patched up.
Back when he worked as a driver for the Hughes Family, he was always dressed sharp.
How did he end up like this in just a few years?
Percy had always been good to Margaret, bringing her snacks and treats from his hometown.
Both Margaret and Marlon trusted him so much.
Marlon had told her that no matter who they suspected, they should never doubt Percy’s loyalty.
He valued Percy’s honesty and kept him around for years.
Even though Percy wasn’t family, they had lived together for over a decade. Since she could remember, Percy had been with Marlon.
Looking at Percy, Margaret's tears flowed into her mouth. "Percy, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Why are you saying this?"
Seeing her cry, Percy started to cry too.
Margaret sobbed. "It's all because of me that you ended up like this, isn't it?"
"No. I brought this on myself; it has nothing to do with you. In my heart, you’re like my own daughter. Mr. Hughes and I both want you to be happy and safe, not to overthink things. Please, don’t come to a place like this again."
Percy’s chubby cheeks showed a smile, but tears flowed freely.
"Percy, be real with me. The telecom fraud charges against you are bogus, right? Raymond set you up, didn’t he?" Margaret sobbed.
He wiped his tears and shook his head. "I was the one with bad intentions; it’s not his fault."
"No, it’s not like that," Margaret said.
"I know you're kind. But the truth is, I did the crime, and I deserve this. I'm sorry for letting you and Mr. Hughes down."
"Percy, I need to ask you something, and I need you to be straight with me."
Percy replied, "I'll tell you everything."
Margaret asked, "Alright, I need to know, were you involved in the death of Raymond's parents? Percy, answer me! Were you involved?"
"These matters don't concern you. Wouldn't it be better to live your own life well?" Percy answered.
"I need to know the truth. Raymond framed my father, and I don't buy it. I don't believe my dad would do something so cruel. So you have to tell me, was he involved or not?"
"Margaret."
"Tell me, were you involved in the death of Raymond's parents? Answer me! What does your silence mean?" Margaret broke down, screaming and shouting.
Why wouldn't they give her a straight answer?
Could it really be related to Marlon?
"Speak, I want you to speak! Look into my eyes and tell me!"
Half an hour later, Margaret walked out of the prison, feeling completely drained, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Outside the prison, it had started snowing at some point; it wasn't snowing when she arrived.
Raymond stood with his back to her, wearing a black coat, as snowflakes fell on his head and shoulders, making him look both aloof and resolute.
At that moment, Margaret suddenly felt that Raymond was living in a deep abyss of pain as well. He should have had his own life if his parents hadn't died in the fire. If Marlon hadn't had the car accident, and then they had met, known each other, and stayed together under those circumstances, would it have been a different ending?
But that was just Margaret's wishful thinking.
Reality was always cruel, much more cruel than she had imagined.
She had only been in the prison for half an hour, but it felt like a century. And the oppressive atmosphere made it hard for her to breathe, almost suffocating her.
She was only a few steps away from Raymond, standing on the steps while he stood at the bottom, surrounded by smoke, probably smoking.
She remembered that before Marlon fell down the stairs, he didn't smoke. It turned out that both of them had changed so much.
Just a few steps, and she seemed to see her past self and Raymond, their beautiful memories.
Margaret, in a daze, walked step by step towards Raymond.
She hadn't expected this outcome.
She had thought of every possible outcome, but not this one!
Once in the car, she leaned back in the seat, tears streaming down her face.
Raymond thought she was cold and turned on the heater.
But all the way, she kept crying silently, not saying a word.
Raymond, annoyed by her crying, floored the gas pedal, and the car sped off.
"Did you get the answers?"
Margaret's body trembled violently, and she suddenly recalled the scene in the prison where she had pressed Percy. "Tell me, Percy, I beg you, tell me, were you involved in the death of Raymond's parents?"
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