Margaret Tucker AKA Lord Reaper novel Chapter 135

Andrew's expression darkened even more.

Am I just a walking blood bank to her?

The thought made him furious.

"Goodbye."

Margaret leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his thin lips.

Andrew froze.

He clearly hadn't expected her to kiss him.

Before getting out of the car, Margaret added, "And don't forget to take your medicine."

She opened the door and stepped out. A cold wind swept over her, sharp and biting.

But she didn't feel cold at all.

A second later, a black coat was draped over her shoulders.

Margaret turned, ready to give it back. "I'm not cold."

Seeing her move to remove it, Andrew stared at her with deep, irritated eyes. "If I say you're cold, then you're cold."

"Fine."

Margaret stopped arguing.

The car door closed.

The car started slowly, as if reluctant to leave.

Seeing the small crowd at the gate, Margaret raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

She gave a faint smile. Her face was breathtaking—beautiful enough to captivate anyone—but her voice dripped with arrogance. "What's this? A welcome party for your queen?"

When Raymond saw Margaret, his heart tightened with sudden nerves.

Over this past year and a half? I bet she hates my guts by now.

Thinking of how quiet and withdrawn she used to be felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

As her brother, he hadn't believed her. He hadn't protected her. He didn't even know how much ridicule and coldness she'd faced in Capaville.

He deserved to die.

Of all the brothers, he should have been the one to look after her, to spoil her completely.

When Margaret first came back from the countryside, Edward had been in the middle of his hardest fight—over Charlotte. He'd been forced to choose between the Tucker family and her.

He chose the Tucker family, and let Charlotte go.

Edward had been in so much pain back then.

After that, he threw everything into strengthening the family. He had no time left for Margaret.

Their second brother, Arthur, had been abroad for years. He was a science geek; his world was labs and research.

But it's not too late to know the truth now, is it?

Starting today, I'm gonna spoil Margaret rotten and make up for all the stuff I messed up.

Everyone reacted differently when they saw Margaret.

Raymond felt regret and a restless urge to make things right.

Matthew was just furious. How dare this ungrateful brat show her face again!

As for Nichole, her thoughts and expression were far more tangled.

The second she laid eyes on Margaret, shock jolted through her first—then a tidal wave of regret and resentment crashed over her.

Wait—Margaret's still alive?

Didn't Clara say she hired those assassins to take her out?

Margaret had been missing for days. Nichole thought they'd already done the job.

That's why she hadn't come back.

What the hell are those useless hitmen even doing?!

Why isn't Margaret dead already?!

I should've pushed Clara to just take Margaret out for good back then.

If she'd died back then, none of this crap would be going on right now.

With that thought, the look Nichole shot Margaret turned even icier—sharp with unspoken malice.