Chapter 186 I Can Cure Her
Margaret stared at the tall, familiar figure in front of her, feeling like it had been ages.
"Margaret, it's me!" William's smooth voice cut through the air as he grinned. He raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes locked on her.
In just a few days, Margaret had gotten way thinner. Her face, deprived of sunlight for days in the cave, looked super pale. Her beautiful eyes were a bit red, tears shimmering but refusing to fall. In the wind, Margaret's frail body seemed like it could be blown away any second.
With a long stride, William stood in front of her, not hesitating to pull her into a tight hug.
Once again, wrapped in William's arms, Margaret found his embrace as warm and broad as ever, a sanctuary of inexplicable comfort.
Her heart started racing. She had a million things to say but didn't know where to start.
'Why is William here? Did he come to rescue me? Has he forgiven me for Bradley's illness?' With a thousand thoughts racing, Margaret opened her mouth. "Am I dreaming?"
"Of course not," William held her tight, whispering in her ear, "Margaret, I finally found you. Do you know how worried I was?"
Feeling the warmth from him, a blush crept onto Margaret's pale face. His warmth was so familiar, so real.
"William, how did you know I was here?" Margaret bit her lip and looked up at him. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"Never." William raised an eyebrow, his deep eyes on her face. Their eyes met, and a thousand words were exchanged without speaking.
William's hands cupped her face, and he lowered his head slightly, his lips moving slowly towards hers.
Watching that familiar handsome face getting closer, Margaret's face suddenly heated up.
"William!" Just as William was about to kiss her, Angel's voice cut through.
'It's Angel's voice! Why is she here?' Margaret's heart tightened.
She gently pushed William away and looked back, only to see Angel walking towards her with a blank expression.
Angel looked at the scene in front of her, burning with jealousy. She had thought Margaret had perished in the avalanche, but William had found her! She thought, 'He found her! And Margaret isn't dead! Not only is she not dead, but she's also eager to seduce him as soon as she sees William!'
With great effort, Angel suppressed the jealousy in her heart and quickly walked to William's side. She tugged at William's sleeve and stood between them. "William, it's good that Ms. Scott is okay. Now you don't have to worry. As long as Ms. Scott finds Pryce, Bradley will be saved."
Angel's words implied that William had come to rescue Margaret only because he needed to find Pryce.
William snapped back to reality and gave a slight nod. "Marjorie, you've had a rough journey."
"William, as long as I can help you, a little hardship is nothing. I'd do anything for you." Angel's eyes were full of affection as she looked at William. "I know you feel the same. You once said you'd do anything for me."
William frowned. "Marjorie, let's not get into this now."
He then turned to Margaret, his voice full of concern. "Margaret, you've been trapped for so long, you must be exhausted. Why don't we head back and rest first?"
Before William could finish, Angel suddenly collapsed against him, her voice weak. "William, I feel awful."
"Marjorie? Marjorie, what's wrong?" William was startled and instinctively supported her.
Angel's whole body was cold, her face pale, her brows tightly knit, and she fainted.
"Marjorie!" William held Angel, his eyes flashing with tension and worry.
"Mr. Fisher, Marjorie is probably fainting from exhaustion and not being used to the cold weather," Peter said.
"Where's the nearest hospital?" William asked, his voice cold.
A villager stepped forward. "There's no hospital in the village, the nearest one is in the county. With the roads blocked by snow, I'm afraid the ambulance can't get through."
Looking at the unconscious Angel, William suddenly remembered the time when he and Marjorie were locked in the small dark room. Back then, he couldn't save Marjorie, but now he couldn't let anything happen to her again.
William pondered, "Peter, get a helicopter here ASAP to take Marjorie to the hospital."
"Yes, Mr. Fisher," Peter responded respectfully.
Watching William hold Angel with such concern, Margaret's mood plummeted from heaven to hell in an instant. The person William cared about most was still Marjorie.
"Margaret." Juniper walked up to Margaret and patted her shoulder. Margaret snapped out of it and forced a bitter smile. "I'm fine."
Juniper gestured towards Angel and whispered in Margaret's ear, "Did she really faint?"
Margaret's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. She walked a few steps to William, looked down at Angel in his arms, and said calmly, "William, step aside and let me take a look at her."
William looked up at Margaret and agreed. "Yeah, check on Marjorie."
He almost forgot that Margaret knew medicine.
Margaret squatted down to check Angel's condition. There was nothing wrong with her. She was faking it.
"How is she?" William couldn't help but ask when Margaret didn't speak for a long time.
Margaret coldly smiled, ignoring William, and called out to Peter, who was hurrying towards the village, "Peter, no need to trouble yourself. I can treat her."
Peter paused and looked at William for instructions. William asked, "What's wrong with Marjorie?"
"She's fine," Margaret said indifferently.
The next second, Margaret's eyes turned cold, and she raised her right hand, punching Angel hard in the chest.
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