Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 123: Chapter 123
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As Finn approached, he was hit by the pungent odor of coal gas.
Finn was instantly wide awake. He rushed to the door and started kicking it hard, shouting, "Hang in there, Sally-Bear!"
Sally's breath grew fainter until she finally slipped into unconsciousness.
"Sally-Bear! Sally-Bear!" Finn kept calling desperately, but only silence answered from within.
A surge of panic instantly gripped Finn. He redoubled his kicks against the door.
On the sixth kick, the door finally burst open, and a thick, rolling cloud of smoke billowed out, engulfing Finn in an instant.
When Finn saw Sally collapsed on the floor, his heart clenched even tighter.
Without hesitation, he dashed over and scooped her up in his arms.
Finn quickly checked for signs of life. She was still breathing, though just barely. She needed immediate medical attention. For carbon monoxide poisoning, only modern medicine could provide rapid relief. Traditional medicine could serve only as supportive care.
Finn led Sally into the open courtyard and immediately dialed 911.
After briefing the dispatcher on the situation, he waited anxiously for the paramedics to arrive, his eyes never leaving her as he silently prayed for help to come.
Finn watched Sally intently, pacing restlessly.
About ten minutes later, the sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Finn didn't hear the sound of an ambulance. Worried the intruder might have returned, he cautiously approached the door, his gaze alert.
Peering through the crack, he froze for a second.
To his surprise, it was Jaxon and his assistant, Caleb.
Finn yanked the door open, coming face-to-face with Jaxon, whose hand was still raised, frozen mid-air before he could even knock.
Jaxon's eyes instantly locked on Sally, who was lying in the center of the courtyard. Her condition was clearly critical.
He rushed over, dropped to one knee, and anxiously checked her vital signs.
When he confirmed she was still breathing steadily, the tension in his shoulders finally eased.
"How did you know Sally was in trouble?" Finn quickly stepped forward, his wary gaze fixed on them.
Seeing that Jaxon remained silent, Caleb glanced at Finn and explained, "Mrs. Zale couldn't get through to you, so she called Mr. Zale instead. We came immediately after getting her call."
They were originally staying at a hotel about six miles away.
That evening, Jaxon suddenly decided to switch to the nearest hotel. If it hadn't been for that last-minute change, there was no way they could have made it here in time.
Jaxon looked up at Caleb. "Have you called an ambulance?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the wail of an ambulance pierced the air nearby.
Jaxon scooped Sally up in his arms and rushed toward the door.
Finn tossed his house keys to Caleb. "I've called the police. You stay here and coordinate with them. They'll be here soon to collect evidence. I need to go with her to the hospital."
Caleb gripped the keys in his palm and gave a firm nod. "Got it."
After getting Sally admitted to the ER, Jaxon slumped onto a chair by the hallway door, legs slightly apart, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze blank and distant, fixed on the floor.
"Even after what happened, Sally-Bear still turned to you for help. I guess you two are closer than I thought..." Just then, Finn's deep voice cut through the tense air beside him.
Jaxon looked up, his icy gaze fixed on Finn.
Leaning back in his chair, he said in a low voice, "You're the one to blame, Mr. Caldwell. If she could've reached you, she wouldn't have needed to come to me."
"I was right next door," Finn said, his voice tinged with guilt, "but I was so exhausted today that I slept tight..."
Jaxon shot Finn a cold, indifferent look but said nothing.
So they really weren't sharing a room. Maybe things weren't as complicated as he imagined.
The realization brought Jaxon a quiet sense of relief.
"Who on earth keeps trying to kill her? She just got out of prison. How could she already have so many enemies?" Finn stared at Jaxon, his face a picture of bewilderment and disbelief.
Even Jaxon found this situation utterly baffling.
He thought, 'Who on earth keeps wanting her dead?
'We had just dealt with one threat at dusk, and now, at midnight, another had appeared.
'Someone had even broken into her home to kill her...'
Finn saw Jaxon stay silent and pressed, "Did she piss anyone off lately?"
Jaxon lowered his voice. "No idea. We have to wait till she wakes up to ask her."
Finn didn't say anything else. He simply sat down beside Jaxon, keeping him company as they waited.
It was already the next morning when Sally finally woke up.
As she opened her eyes, the harsh sunlight pouring in from the window made her squint, her eyes stinging from the brightness.
Jaxon was reclining in the chair beside the hospital bed, eyes closed in quiet rest.
From where Sally lay, she found herself momentarily transfixed, just staring at him.
He wasn't doing anything and was just sitting there in silence. Yet, even with his eyes closed, his mere presence was enough to make her heart race.
At the faintest sound, Jaxon's eyes snapped open.
Sally hadn't expected him to wake up so suddenly. Her eyelashes fluttered wildly in surprise.
"You're awake?" A rare softness crossed Jaxon's features.
Sally gave a weak nod. "Yeah," she murmured.
With worry clear in his eyes, Jaxon asked, "Are you feeling any better? Is there anything else bothering you?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm much better now."
After a brief pause, Jaxon asked cautiously, "Did you notice anything unusual before going to bed last night?"
Sally's eyes widened slightly. "You mean the intruder was already in my room before I even got there?"
Jaxon nodded. "That's a possibility. So, you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?"
Sally said, "No, after we parted, I went straight back, chatted with Finn for a bit in the yard, and then headed to my room."
Suddenly, the memory of opening the balcony door yesterday flashed through Sally's mind.
If she'd known this would happen, she never would've opened that door.
"This has already been reported to the police, so you don't need to worry," Jaxon said, his expression grave. "The doctors want to keep you under observation today. Once you're feeling better, I'll take you straight back to Westmere."
"Alright." Sally nodded weakly, saying nothing more.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
Caleb said, "Mr. Zale, I need to update you on something. Could you step out for a moment?"
Jaxon glanced toward the door and then turned back to Sally. "I'll step out for a moment. Get some rest. I'll be right back."
"Okay." Sally watched him leave, her eyes lingering on his retreating figure.
Once the door clicked shut, Sally threw off the covers and quietly made her way to the door.
Pressing her ear against it, she held her breath, trying to catch the conversation between Jaxon and Caleb outside.
Meanwhile, outside the door. Jaxon looked up at Caleb, his brow furrowing slightly. "Any updates on the investigation?"
Finn was instantly wide awake. He rushed to the door and started kicking it hard, shouting, "Hang in there, Sally-Bear!"
Sally's breath grew fainter until she finally slipped into unconsciousness.
"Sally-Bear! Sally-Bear!" Finn kept calling desperately, but only silence answered from within.
A surge of panic instantly gripped Finn. He redoubled his kicks against the door.
On the sixth kick, the door finally burst open, and a thick, rolling cloud of smoke billowed out, engulfing Finn in an instant.
When Finn saw Sally collapsed on the floor, his heart clenched even tighter.
Without hesitation, he dashed over and scooped her up in his arms.
Finn quickly checked for signs of life. She was still breathing, though just barely. She needed immediate medical attention. For carbon monoxide poisoning, only modern medicine could provide rapid relief. Traditional medicine could serve only as supportive care.
Finn led Sally into the open courtyard and immediately dialed 911.
After briefing the dispatcher on the situation, he waited anxiously for the paramedics to arrive, his eyes never leaving her as he silently prayed for help to come.
Finn watched Sally intently, pacing restlessly.
About ten minutes later, the sudden sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Finn didn't hear the sound of an ambulance. Worried the intruder might have returned, he cautiously approached the door, his gaze alert.
Peering through the crack, he froze for a second.
To his surprise, it was Jaxon and his assistant, Caleb.
Finn yanked the door open, coming face-to-face with Jaxon, whose hand was still raised, frozen mid-air before he could even knock.
Jaxon's eyes instantly locked on Sally, who was lying in the center of the courtyard. Her condition was clearly critical.
He rushed over, dropped to one knee, and anxiously checked her vital signs.
When he confirmed she was still breathing steadily, the tension in his shoulders finally eased.
"How did you know Sally was in trouble?" Finn quickly stepped forward, his wary gaze fixed on them.
Seeing that Jaxon remained silent, Caleb glanced at Finn and explained, "Mrs. Zale couldn't get through to you, so she called Mr. Zale instead. We came immediately after getting her call."
They were originally staying at a hotel about six miles away.
That evening, Jaxon suddenly decided to switch to the nearest hotel. If it hadn't been for that last-minute change, there was no way they could have made it here in time.
Jaxon looked up at Caleb. "Have you called an ambulance?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the wail of an ambulance pierced the air nearby.
Jaxon scooped Sally up in his arms and rushed toward the door.
Finn tossed his house keys to Caleb. "I've called the police. You stay here and coordinate with them. They'll be here soon to collect evidence. I need to go with her to the hospital."
Caleb gripped the keys in his palm and gave a firm nod. "Got it."
After getting Sally admitted to the ER, Jaxon slumped onto a chair by the hallway door, legs slightly apart, elbows resting on his knees, his gaze blank and distant, fixed on the floor.
"Even after what happened, Sally-Bear still turned to you for help. I guess you two are closer than I thought..." Just then, Finn's deep voice cut through the tense air beside him.
Jaxon looked up, his icy gaze fixed on Finn.
Leaning back in his chair, he said in a low voice, "You're the one to blame, Mr. Caldwell. If she could've reached you, she wouldn't have needed to come to me."
"I was right next door," Finn said, his voice tinged with guilt, "but I was so exhausted today that I slept tight..."
Jaxon shot Finn a cold, indifferent look but said nothing.
So they really weren't sharing a room. Maybe things weren't as complicated as he imagined.
The realization brought Jaxon a quiet sense of relief.
"Who on earth keeps trying to kill her? She just got out of prison. How could she already have so many enemies?" Finn stared at Jaxon, his face a picture of bewilderment and disbelief.
Even Jaxon found this situation utterly baffling.
He thought, 'Who on earth keeps wanting her dead?
'We had just dealt with one threat at dusk, and now, at midnight, another had appeared.
'Someone had even broken into her home to kill her...'
Finn saw Jaxon stay silent and pressed, "Did she piss anyone off lately?"
Jaxon lowered his voice. "No idea. We have to wait till she wakes up to ask her."
Finn didn't say anything else. He simply sat down beside Jaxon, keeping him company as they waited.
It was already the next morning when Sally finally woke up.
As she opened her eyes, the harsh sunlight pouring in from the window made her squint, her eyes stinging from the brightness.
Jaxon was reclining in the chair beside the hospital bed, eyes closed in quiet rest.
From where Sally lay, she found herself momentarily transfixed, just staring at him.
He wasn't doing anything and was just sitting there in silence. Yet, even with his eyes closed, his mere presence was enough to make her heart race.
At the faintest sound, Jaxon's eyes snapped open.
Sally hadn't expected him to wake up so suddenly. Her eyelashes fluttered wildly in surprise.
"You're awake?" A rare softness crossed Jaxon's features.
Sally gave a weak nod. "Yeah," she murmured.
With worry clear in his eyes, Jaxon asked, "Are you feeling any better? Is there anything else bothering you?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm much better now."
After a brief pause, Jaxon asked cautiously, "Did you notice anything unusual before going to bed last night?"
Sally's eyes widened slightly. "You mean the intruder was already in my room before I even got there?"
Jaxon nodded. "That's a possibility. So, you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?"
Sally said, "No, after we parted, I went straight back, chatted with Finn for a bit in the yard, and then headed to my room."
Suddenly, the memory of opening the balcony door yesterday flashed through Sally's mind.
If she'd known this would happen, she never would've opened that door.
"This has already been reported to the police, so you don't need to worry," Jaxon said, his expression grave. "The doctors want to keep you under observation today. Once you're feeling better, I'll take you straight back to Westmere."
"Alright." Sally nodded weakly, saying nothing more.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
Caleb said, "Mr. Zale, I need to update you on something. Could you step out for a moment?"
Jaxon glanced toward the door and then turned back to Sally. "I'll step out for a moment. Get some rest. I'll be right back."
"Okay." Sally watched him leave, her eyes lingering on his retreating figure.
Once the door clicked shut, Sally threw off the covers and quietly made her way to the door.
Pressing her ear against it, she held her breath, trying to catch the conversation between Jaxon and Caleb outside.
Meanwhile, outside the door. Jaxon looked up at Caleb, his brow furrowing slightly. "Any updates on the investigation?"
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