When Cameron heard she mentioned divorce, he looked at her in shock.
In the past, no matter how bitter and difficult it was, no matter how they quarreled, or how they smashed things, Margie never mentioned divorce to him.
Today was the first time he heard her say this word. He panicked.
It was not that he did not feel distressed to see how sad she was, but that he did not know what to say at that moment.
Whatever he said was wrong!
He quickly said, "Margie, I won't divorce!" His tone was firm and he looked at her guiltily.
Margie laughed miserably. She rushed to Cameron and grabbed his collar. She said angrily, "Cameron if you still have a bit of conscience, divorce me immediately."
She hated being betrayed, especially by her loved ones.
Marilyn had betrayed her. She understood. After all, she had never been good to Marilyn. She also understood what Marilyn had done that day.
However, Cameron was different. This was the person who had gone through the difficulties with her until now.
They had been through the ups and downs for over twenty years, and these days and nights could not be erased.
Cameron lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Seeing that he was about to fall silent again, the anger in Margie's heart instantly ignited. She roared at Cameron with a heart-wrenching voice, "Cameron, how could you do that? Who have I done so many things for? It's all for you, for our family.
But what about you? Why do you have to trample me into a quagmire before you give up?"
Cameron still didn't speak. A divorce was absolutely impossible.
But if they didn't divorce, this matter would become a sharp knife in their daily arguments.
He understood Margie's personality too well. She would nag about it for the rest of her life.
Not to mention something so serious!
He could hear her mention this at home every day. She would remind him that he had once betrayed her and this family.
Didn't he have an affair because of her temper?
Cameron was hesitating, and he was also finding excuses for himself.
"Cameron, speak! Do you know what I hate the most? What I hate the most is that you don't speak when you do something wrong.
What do you want to do? Say it clearly!" Margie roared in a heart-wrenching manner. She felt like she was about to go crazy.
"Margie, I..." Cameron was about to speak when he suddenly saw three policemen walk in.
One of them was Detective Vandenberg.
He looked at Margie and said, "Mrs. Chambers, you are suspected of kidnapping. Please come with us!"
When Margie heard this, she calmed down.
She turned back to look at Detective Vandenberg.
Because of Cameron, she had forgotten about this matter.
Julian looked at Detective Vandenberg. He smiled and stood up, saying, "Detective Vandenberg, it's been a while!"
Only then did Margie realize the existence of Julian. She had been so angry and shocked just now. She had let Julian watch a good show!
Detective Vandenberg also smiled. "Mr. Munoz, it's been a while!"
Detective Vandenberg gave the two people behind him a look.
The two went forward, and one of the young police officers said, "Mrs. Chambers, please come with us!"
Margie slowly released Cameron's collar. She turned around gloomily and did not say anything. Instead, she quietly followed Detective Vandenberg and the others.
When Cameron saw this, he chased after her. "Margie, Margie..."
Julian shook his head.
He said in his heart that it was all self-inflicted.
He picked up his phone and looked at the time.
"Oh, it's only been an hour. Malcolm is fast. It seems that tonight's acquisition plan will be very smooth." After he finished talking to himself, he returned to his seat.
No matter how late it was, today's matter had to be done.
Marilyn drove Malcolm and Laverne to the hospital to clean the wounds.
On the way, Laverne and Malcolm had a good conversation. On the contrary, it was Marilyn, who was a little worried.
She did not interrupt Malcolm and Laverne.
It was not easy for her to make such a decision tonight!
After all, many wrong things were repeating themselves!
If she did this, she would not be able to get over the hurdle in her heart!
Malcolm could also tell that she was in a bad mood. Whenever he talked to Laverne, he would look at her through the rearview mirror. When he saw that she was expressionless and a faint sadness was lingering between her brows, he would also feel uncomfortable.
On the way out of the hospital, Marilyn did not say a word. She just drove the car seriously.
When the car stopped at the red light intersection, Marilyn asked, "Mr. Lowe, where do you live? I'll drive you home first, then I'll go back with Laverne."
Malcolm glanced at her. After a while, he said lightly, "Lynn, I'll take a taxi back from here. You can drive Laverne home now."
Marilyn turned back to look at him and faintly smiled. "Then I'll drop you down here, Mr. Lowe."
Malcolm looked at her for a while, but he didn't say anything. He slowly retracted his gaze and looked at Laverne's happy little face. "Laverne, go back and rest well!"
Laverne smiled and nodded. "Goodbye, Malcolm!" She sounded very pleasant.
Malcolm couldn't help but smile. He opened the car door and got off.
He looked at Marilyn and warned, "Lynn, take care of yourself. Drive safe!"
"I know!" Marilyn replied indifferently.
"See you tomorrow, Lynn!" Malcolm said with a cold smile, radiating his charm.
Then he smiled gracefully, turned around, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and walked to the side of the road elegantly to stop a taxi.
Marilyn looked at Malcolm's tall figure under the neon light. She felt safe.
It wasn't that she didn't feel his deliberate approach...
Laverne saw the green light, but Marilyn kept looking at Malcolm's back. So she shouted, "Mom, the light is green. We can go now."
Marilyn suddenly realized it and started the car.
When Laverne saw this, she smiled and asked, "Mom, do you like Malcolm?"
Marilyn, who was driving, was so scared that she almost slammed the brakes.
She glanced at her smiling daughter through the rearview mirror and asked with a smile, "Laverne, do you know what it means to like someone?"
Laverne, on the other hand, answered her seriously, "Mom, how could I not know? When two people have feelings for each other, they like each other! Isn't it said on TV? And I think Malcolm is a very good person.
Dominic, Arturo, and I like him very much!"
Marilyn could not help but smile. She didn't say anything.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but that she had no way of answering Laverne's question.