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Sally stopped dead in her tracks. She turned back to look at Carlos, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "What do you want with her?"
After Carlos met her gaze, his eyes darted around, betraying his unease. The second Sally saw his reaction, something clicked. 'Wait a minute, does he have a thing for Abigail?' she thought.
Carlos swallowed, his face visibly flustered. "It's nothing. I just haven't seen her in ages, so I was just asking."
Sally nodded slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. "Just asking, huh."
The moment Carlos met her eyes, he immediately looked away, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
"Doc, my leg is bothering me. Could you take a look at it, please?" Just then, a patient walked in, interrupting their conversation.
"Alright, let me examine it for you." Carlos quickly maneuvered around the front desk and made a beeline for the door.
Sally kept her gaze on Carlos. The way he fumbled and squirmed under pressure—it suddenly struck her as weirdly adorable.
She hadn't seen this coming at all. Sure, Carlos and Abigail had always bickered like a pair of cartoon rivals, but maybe there was actually something there.
At noon, Sally received a call from Jaxon—but instead of her primary number, he was calling her secondary number. 'So, he's not looking for me. He's looking for Hazel,' she thought to herself.
But Jaxon still had no idea she was Hazel. If she picked up the phone right now, she'd blow her cover, and she wasn't ready for him to know the truth just yet.
After a moment's thought, Sally simply hung up and sent him a text message. [Mr. Zale, my throat still hasn't recovered. If you have anything to say, please text me.]
Jaxon's phone buzzed on the desk. His brows furrowed as he read the message.
"What's wrong, Mr. Zale?" Caleb happened to walk in with some documents and, noticing Jaxon's expression, asked curiously, "Did something happen?"
Jaxon's gaze shifted from the message and locked onto Caleb's face. After a brief pause, he finally asked, "Is Hazel really that weak? Her sore throat's been dragging on for nearly three weeks and still hasn't cleared up?"
Caleb froze for a second. He then asked, "She still didn't pick up when you called this time?"
"Mm." Jaxon tossed his phone onto the desk and pointed at the screen with his ringed index finger. "She said her throat still hurts and didn't pick up."
Caleb leaned in for a closer look, frowning slightly. "From the videos she's posted, she hasn't shown her face at all, so I really have no idea how she's doing physically."
"Alright, get back to work." Jaxon looked at him, his voice deep and commanding.
After Caleb left, the room went quiet for a moment. Jaxon hesitated, then grabbed his phone and texted Hazel back.
It was afternoon when Sally saw the text message.
Jaxon: [When do you want the hairpin back? Before the show taping, or after?]
Sally's expression darkened as she read the message. Jaxon wouldn't have said that unless he was certain he could get the hairpin back for her. Yet whether the hairpin was returned before or after the show, it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy Sally's anger.
She stared at her screen, deep in thought. 'If Lena wants to start something, fine. I'll make sure it turns into something big.'
She rapidly typed out a line and sent it to Jaxon. [I don't just want the hairpin back—I want Miss Yasmin to be publicly humiliated on the show. Think you might have a solid move for that, Mr. Zale?]
It didn't take long for Jaxon to text back. Sally lit up her screen the second it buzzed.
Jaxon: [I can retrieve the hairpin for you. But first, Hazel, I need to ask—what's your relationship with Lena? And why do you want it back?]
Sally hesitated, her expression darkening. Jaxon was shrewd and perceptive. He agreed to help her, but he was still subtly probing for her true motives. And if he didn't like the reason, there was a real chance he'd walk away.
Her fingers flew across the screen. A second later, she hit send. [It was a gift from an old acquaintance. I have no connection with Miss Yasmin.]
Jaxon: [I'll be in touch.]
A slight smile played at the corners of Sally's lips as she read the message. 'Looks like Jaxon already has a solid plan—he's just not letting me in on it yet,' she thought.
Right around sundown, Sally got a call from Brad. Nick had a bad bout of diarrhea and needed someone to check on him. Brad himself was stuck out of town for work and wouldn't be back until later that night.
But all Sally could picture was Brad grabbing her by the throat in that hallway. The anger flared up again without warning. Still, Brad was Brad, and Nick was just a kid. None of her anger belonged on Nick. She told Brad she'd swing by later.
After packing up a few things and grabbing the meds, she headed to the Orchard Villa.
As soon as Sally stepped into the room, she saw Lena sitting by the bed, her gaze fixed on Nick. Lena turned sharply at the sound and saw Sally standing there. Their gazes locked.
"Did Brad call you here?" Lena sprang up from her chair, shooting Sally a wary look.
"Mm." Sally shot Lena a cold glance, then turned her attention to Nick. "Get out."
Lena's brows furrowed in worry. "Nick's in this condition—I just can't leave him like this."
"You're not helping by staying here. You'll only interfere with his treatment—and I might need to perform acupuncture—"
Before Sally could finish, Lena cut her off sharply. "What? He's so young—how could you even think about doing acupuncture on him? Are you out of your mind?"
"Who's the doctor here, me or you?" Sally's face hardened, her gaze turning arctic cold.
"What..." Lena seethed, but the words died in her throat.
"Cameron, have Miss Yasmin wait in the living room with a coffee. If she's not in the mood for that, then please see her out."
Sally'd noticed the butler, Cameron Grant, standing by the door when she first walked in. Odds were, he was still nearby.
Sure enough, a second later, Cameron stepped into the room. "Miss Yasmin, if you would follow me, please. Let's give Mrs. Zale space to treat Mr. Zale."
Once Lena was out of the room, Cameron quietly shut the door behind them.
From outside the door, Lena's sharp, annoyed voice rang out. "What did you just call her? Mrs. Zale? She already handed Brad the divorce papers—what right does she have to be called Mrs. Zale?"
"Until Mr. Zale says otherwise, we must call her Mrs. Zale."
"You idiot."
Listening to their bickering, Sally couldn't help but find the whole situation utterly ridiculous. 'So desperate to be called Mrs. Zale?' she thought.
After Carlos met her gaze, his eyes darted around, betraying his unease. The second Sally saw his reaction, something clicked. 'Wait a minute, does he have a thing for Abigail?' she thought.
Carlos swallowed, his face visibly flustered. "It's nothing. I just haven't seen her in ages, so I was just asking."
Sally nodded slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. "Just asking, huh."
The moment Carlos met her eyes, he immediately looked away, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
"Doc, my leg is bothering me. Could you take a look at it, please?" Just then, a patient walked in, interrupting their conversation.
"Alright, let me examine it for you." Carlos quickly maneuvered around the front desk and made a beeline for the door.
Sally kept her gaze on Carlos. The way he fumbled and squirmed under pressure—it suddenly struck her as weirdly adorable.
She hadn't seen this coming at all. Sure, Carlos and Abigail had always bickered like a pair of cartoon rivals, but maybe there was actually something there.
At noon, Sally received a call from Jaxon—but instead of her primary number, he was calling her secondary number. 'So, he's not looking for me. He's looking for Hazel,' she thought to herself.
But Jaxon still had no idea she was Hazel. If she picked up the phone right now, she'd blow her cover, and she wasn't ready for him to know the truth just yet.
After a moment's thought, Sally simply hung up and sent him a text message. [Mr. Zale, my throat still hasn't recovered. If you have anything to say, please text me.]
Jaxon's phone buzzed on the desk. His brows furrowed as he read the message.
"What's wrong, Mr. Zale?" Caleb happened to walk in with some documents and, noticing Jaxon's expression, asked curiously, "Did something happen?"
Jaxon's gaze shifted from the message and locked onto Caleb's face. After a brief pause, he finally asked, "Is Hazel really that weak? Her sore throat's been dragging on for nearly three weeks and still hasn't cleared up?"
Caleb froze for a second. He then asked, "She still didn't pick up when you called this time?"
"Mm." Jaxon tossed his phone onto the desk and pointed at the screen with his ringed index finger. "She said her throat still hurts and didn't pick up."
Caleb leaned in for a closer look, frowning slightly. "From the videos she's posted, she hasn't shown her face at all, so I really have no idea how she's doing physically."
"Alright, get back to work." Jaxon looked at him, his voice deep and commanding.
After Caleb left, the room went quiet for a moment. Jaxon hesitated, then grabbed his phone and texted Hazel back.
It was afternoon when Sally saw the text message.
Jaxon: [When do you want the hairpin back? Before the show taping, or after?]
Sally's expression darkened as she read the message. Jaxon wouldn't have said that unless he was certain he could get the hairpin back for her. Yet whether the hairpin was returned before or after the show, it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy Sally's anger.
She stared at her screen, deep in thought. 'If Lena wants to start something, fine. I'll make sure it turns into something big.'
She rapidly typed out a line and sent it to Jaxon. [I don't just want the hairpin back—I want Miss Yasmin to be publicly humiliated on the show. Think you might have a solid move for that, Mr. Zale?]
It didn't take long for Jaxon to text back. Sally lit up her screen the second it buzzed.
Jaxon: [I can retrieve the hairpin for you. But first, Hazel, I need to ask—what's your relationship with Lena? And why do you want it back?]
Sally hesitated, her expression darkening. Jaxon was shrewd and perceptive. He agreed to help her, but he was still subtly probing for her true motives. And if he didn't like the reason, there was a real chance he'd walk away.
Her fingers flew across the screen. A second later, she hit send. [It was a gift from an old acquaintance. I have no connection with Miss Yasmin.]
Jaxon: [I'll be in touch.]
A slight smile played at the corners of Sally's lips as she read the message. 'Looks like Jaxon already has a solid plan—he's just not letting me in on it yet,' she thought.
Right around sundown, Sally got a call from Brad. Nick had a bad bout of diarrhea and needed someone to check on him. Brad himself was stuck out of town for work and wouldn't be back until later that night.
But all Sally could picture was Brad grabbing her by the throat in that hallway. The anger flared up again without warning. Still, Brad was Brad, and Nick was just a kid. None of her anger belonged on Nick. She told Brad she'd swing by later.
After packing up a few things and grabbing the meds, she headed to the Orchard Villa.
As soon as Sally stepped into the room, she saw Lena sitting by the bed, her gaze fixed on Nick. Lena turned sharply at the sound and saw Sally standing there. Their gazes locked.
"Did Brad call you here?" Lena sprang up from her chair, shooting Sally a wary look.
"Mm." Sally shot Lena a cold glance, then turned her attention to Nick. "Get out."
Lena's brows furrowed in worry. "Nick's in this condition—I just can't leave him like this."
"You're not helping by staying here. You'll only interfere with his treatment—and I might need to perform acupuncture—"
Before Sally could finish, Lena cut her off sharply. "What? He's so young—how could you even think about doing acupuncture on him? Are you out of your mind?"
"Who's the doctor here, me or you?" Sally's face hardened, her gaze turning arctic cold.
"What..." Lena seethed, but the words died in her throat.
"Cameron, have Miss Yasmin wait in the living room with a coffee. If she's not in the mood for that, then please see her out."
Sally'd noticed the butler, Cameron Grant, standing by the door when she first walked in. Odds were, he was still nearby.
Sure enough, a second later, Cameron stepped into the room. "Miss Yasmin, if you would follow me, please. Let's give Mrs. Zale space to treat Mr. Zale."
Once Lena was out of the room, Cameron quietly shut the door behind them.
From outside the door, Lena's sharp, annoyed voice rang out. "What did you just call her? Mrs. Zale? She already handed Brad the divorce papers—what right does she have to be called Mrs. Zale?"
"Until Mr. Zale says otherwise, we must call her Mrs. Zale."
"You idiot."
Listening to their bickering, Sally couldn't help but find the whole situation utterly ridiculous. 'So desperate to be called Mrs. Zale?' she thought.
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