Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 107: Chapter 107
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Sally stayed completely focused on Nick, checking his vitals and giving him a round of acupuncture. Lately, his stomach hadn't been doing so great. Probably ate something he shouldn't have, which led to the whole diarrhea mess.
Nick seemed totally wiped out. Even after the needles came out, he was still knocked out cold. Once she was done, Sally quietly slipped out of the room, careful not to wake him.
Cameron and a housekeeper stood ready by the door, awaiting Sally's appearance.
Sally handed the herbal medicine to the housekeeper. "Soak these herbs for half an hour, then boil for twenty minutes. After that, turn to low heat and simmer for another ten minutes.
"Serve it warm—not hot. I've done acupuncture for him, so no baths tonight—make sure he gets proper rest."
"Got it." The housekeeper quickly took the medicine.
Sally said, "Nick's condition has improved, so there shouldn't be any more emergencies tonight. But if anything happens, call me right away. And for the next few days, don't let him eat too much spicy or greasy food—"
Before she could finish speaking, Cameron interjected, "Actually, Miss Yasmin has been preparing meals for Mr. Zale lately."
"Why is she cooking for Nick?" Sally gave him a puzzled look.
Cameron explained, "Miss Yasmin has been learning to cook recently and often lets Nick pick the dishes. But every time, he chooses greasy, spicy dishes—fried chicken wings, grilled squid, pan-fried ribs..."
The second she heard that, Sally's face dropped. Her voice went flat. "Fine, I'll have a word with her."
She hurried down the stairs and spotted Lena sitting in the living room. At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Lena swiftly turned her head to look.
"How's Nick doing?" Lena quickly approached, her brows slightly furrowed.
Standing face to face with Lena, Sally's face darkened completely. "Have you been feeding Nick a lot of greasy fried food lately?"
Lena's face tensed up. "How did you know?"
"He can't eat fried food. Don't give it to him again," Sally said, her voice dropping to an icy low.
"Kids his age should mainly stick to a light diet, and Nick has always had a sensitive stomach. You've been with him for years—how could you not know that?"
"I know he's got a sensitive stomach, but if he wants it, why not let him? It's not like he eats it every day—what's the harm in an occasional treat?"
"What's the harm?" Sally's lips curled into a frosty sneer. "The kid's been having nonstop diarrhea—what do you think is the harm? This is all your doing."
Lena's chest heaved with barely contained fury.
"Stop upsetting his stomach with these foods. Being a mom isn't easy—let alone being a stepmom."
'A stepmother will never truly care for a child that isn't her own,' Sally thought bitterly.
'Even though Nick keeps his distance from me, at the end of the day, he's still my own flesh and blood. As his mother, how could I just stand by when my child is unwell?'
Lena's whole expression darkened, her eyes burning with fury. Her fingers curled up into fists before she could stop herself. "Sally, what is that supposed to mean? You think I haven't been taking good care of Nick?"
Sally let out a sharp little smirk, the corner of her mouth lifting just enough. "If you had, would he be getting sick every other week? High fever not that long ago. Now this. You really haven't noticed how drained he's been looking lately?"
"What are you two arguing about?" Suddenly, a low and sharp voice rang out from the doorway, cutting through their argument like a knife.
Sally turned at the sound and saw Brad had returned unnoticed to the doorway.
"Brad," Lena quickly stepped closer, her voice tinged with grievance. "Sally says Nick's stomachache is because I've been feeding him too much fried food. She's making it sound like it's all my fault."
Her voice had that soft, delicate tone with just the tiniest trace of hurt. The kind that made most men instinctively want to step in and defend her.
Sally sneered inwardly. 'Classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.'
"Lena rarely has time to cook for Nick. She just made some of his favorite dishes. Why are you picking on her?" Brad's brows knitted as he glared at Sally, his displeasure plain to see.
Sally's voice turned icy. "If that's how it is, don't bother calling me to treat him next time."
Brad's voice rose sharply. "Sally, do you even hear yourself?"
"I don't have time to waste with you people." Sally shot Brad a glare before heading for the door.
"Nick's condition has already improved, but if you insist on ignoring my advice, go ahead and keep stuffing him with greasy fried food—see how much worse his diarrhea gets."
"Damn it, Sally. Watch your tone." Brad glared at Sally, the air around him growing noticeably colder.
Without a word, Sally kept walking toward the door, not bothering to respond to them. Stepping out of the Orchard Villa, she drove straight home.
She'd actually been in a decent mood earlier, but this whole visit had left her with a tight, suffocating weight on her chest.
As Sally pulled into her driveway, she spotted a familiar-looking car through the windshield. Her eyelashes suddenly fluttered when she spotted the figure standing by her driver's side.
Jaxon leaned against his car, cigarette in hand. He lifted it slightly, then turned—and their eyes met.
Sally's hand froze on the steering wheel for a split second. 'Why is Jaxon here all of a sudden?' she thought.
Jaxon stubbed out his cigarette and made his way toward her Porsche.
Sally's lashes fluttered even more wildly. It wasn't until Jaxon reached her car that she finally rolled down the window. "Mr. Zale."
Jaxon rested his hand on the car window, lifting his gaze to meet Sally's. "Not planning to come out?"
"With you standing right there, it's a bit awkward for me to open the door." A hint of nervousness flashed across Sally's face as she quickly changed the subject. "So, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
Jaxon regarded her features with a lazy gaze. "Just dropped by to see you," he said casually.
A wave of nerves hit Sally hard. All she could think about was the last time they'd slept together. Every other time Jaxon had shown up here, he'd always said he came to see Lillian. But this time, he said he came for her.
The moment the car door was yanked open from the outside, Sally's fingertips on the steering wheel gave an involuntary twitch. The nervousness in her chest intensified.
Before Sally could even react, Jaxon had already seized her wrist. The next instant, she was yanked out of the car. Her heels caught, and she lost her balance, lurching forward before she could steady herself.
Seeing this, Jaxon swiftly wrapped his other arm around Sally's waist, pulling her firmly against his chest in one decisive motion. The sudden closeness between them made the air thicken with electric tension and unmistakable intimacy.
A faint, cool fragrance, laced with the barest whisper of cigarette smoke, instantly flooded Sally's senses.
"Miss me already, Mrs. Zale? We've barely been apart a day."
Nick seemed totally wiped out. Even after the needles came out, he was still knocked out cold. Once she was done, Sally quietly slipped out of the room, careful not to wake him.
Cameron and a housekeeper stood ready by the door, awaiting Sally's appearance.
Sally handed the herbal medicine to the housekeeper. "Soak these herbs for half an hour, then boil for twenty minutes. After that, turn to low heat and simmer for another ten minutes.
"Serve it warm—not hot. I've done acupuncture for him, so no baths tonight—make sure he gets proper rest."
"Got it." The housekeeper quickly took the medicine.
Sally said, "Nick's condition has improved, so there shouldn't be any more emergencies tonight. But if anything happens, call me right away. And for the next few days, don't let him eat too much spicy or greasy food—"
Before she could finish speaking, Cameron interjected, "Actually, Miss Yasmin has been preparing meals for Mr. Zale lately."
"Why is she cooking for Nick?" Sally gave him a puzzled look.
Cameron explained, "Miss Yasmin has been learning to cook recently and often lets Nick pick the dishes. But every time, he chooses greasy, spicy dishes—fried chicken wings, grilled squid, pan-fried ribs..."
The second she heard that, Sally's face dropped. Her voice went flat. "Fine, I'll have a word with her."
She hurried down the stairs and spotted Lena sitting in the living room. At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Lena swiftly turned her head to look.
"How's Nick doing?" Lena quickly approached, her brows slightly furrowed.
Standing face to face with Lena, Sally's face darkened completely. "Have you been feeding Nick a lot of greasy fried food lately?"
Lena's face tensed up. "How did you know?"
"He can't eat fried food. Don't give it to him again," Sally said, her voice dropping to an icy low.
"Kids his age should mainly stick to a light diet, and Nick has always had a sensitive stomach. You've been with him for years—how could you not know that?"
"I know he's got a sensitive stomach, but if he wants it, why not let him? It's not like he eats it every day—what's the harm in an occasional treat?"
"What's the harm?" Sally's lips curled into a frosty sneer. "The kid's been having nonstop diarrhea—what do you think is the harm? This is all your doing."
Lena's chest heaved with barely contained fury.
"Stop upsetting his stomach with these foods. Being a mom isn't easy—let alone being a stepmom."
'A stepmother will never truly care for a child that isn't her own,' Sally thought bitterly.
'Even though Nick keeps his distance from me, at the end of the day, he's still my own flesh and blood. As his mother, how could I just stand by when my child is unwell?'
Lena's whole expression darkened, her eyes burning with fury. Her fingers curled up into fists before she could stop herself. "Sally, what is that supposed to mean? You think I haven't been taking good care of Nick?"
Sally let out a sharp little smirk, the corner of her mouth lifting just enough. "If you had, would he be getting sick every other week? High fever not that long ago. Now this. You really haven't noticed how drained he's been looking lately?"
"What are you two arguing about?" Suddenly, a low and sharp voice rang out from the doorway, cutting through their argument like a knife.
Sally turned at the sound and saw Brad had returned unnoticed to the doorway.
"Brad," Lena quickly stepped closer, her voice tinged with grievance. "Sally says Nick's stomachache is because I've been feeding him too much fried food. She's making it sound like it's all my fault."
Her voice had that soft, delicate tone with just the tiniest trace of hurt. The kind that made most men instinctively want to step in and defend her.
Sally sneered inwardly. 'Classic case of the pot calling the kettle black.'
"Lena rarely has time to cook for Nick. She just made some of his favorite dishes. Why are you picking on her?" Brad's brows knitted as he glared at Sally, his displeasure plain to see.
Sally's voice turned icy. "If that's how it is, don't bother calling me to treat him next time."
Brad's voice rose sharply. "Sally, do you even hear yourself?"
"I don't have time to waste with you people." Sally shot Brad a glare before heading for the door.
"Nick's condition has already improved, but if you insist on ignoring my advice, go ahead and keep stuffing him with greasy fried food—see how much worse his diarrhea gets."
"Damn it, Sally. Watch your tone." Brad glared at Sally, the air around him growing noticeably colder.
Without a word, Sally kept walking toward the door, not bothering to respond to them. Stepping out of the Orchard Villa, she drove straight home.
She'd actually been in a decent mood earlier, but this whole visit had left her with a tight, suffocating weight on her chest.
As Sally pulled into her driveway, she spotted a familiar-looking car through the windshield. Her eyelashes suddenly fluttered when she spotted the figure standing by her driver's side.
Jaxon leaned against his car, cigarette in hand. He lifted it slightly, then turned—and their eyes met.
Sally's hand froze on the steering wheel for a split second. 'Why is Jaxon here all of a sudden?' she thought.
Jaxon stubbed out his cigarette and made his way toward her Porsche.
Sally's lashes fluttered even more wildly. It wasn't until Jaxon reached her car that she finally rolled down the window. "Mr. Zale."
Jaxon rested his hand on the car window, lifting his gaze to meet Sally's. "Not planning to come out?"
"With you standing right there, it's a bit awkward for me to open the door." A hint of nervousness flashed across Sally's face as she quickly changed the subject. "So, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
Jaxon regarded her features with a lazy gaze. "Just dropped by to see you," he said casually.
A wave of nerves hit Sally hard. All she could think about was the last time they'd slept together. Every other time Jaxon had shown up here, he'd always said he came to see Lillian. But this time, he said he came for her.
The moment the car door was yanked open from the outside, Sally's fingertips on the steering wheel gave an involuntary twitch. The nervousness in her chest intensified.
Before Sally could even react, Jaxon had already seized her wrist. The next instant, she was yanked out of the car. Her heels caught, and she lost her balance, lurching forward before she could steady herself.
Seeing this, Jaxon swiftly wrapped his other arm around Sally's waist, pulling her firmly against his chest in one decisive motion. The sudden closeness between them made the air thicken with electric tension and unmistakable intimacy.
A faint, cool fragrance, laced with the barest whisper of cigarette smoke, instantly flooded Sally's senses.
"Miss me already, Mrs. Zale? We've barely been apart a day."
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