Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 124: Chapter 124

Caleb looked up at Jaxon, his expression grave. "The investigation isn't finished yet, but we've come to one conclusion. I reported both the night market incident and what happened last night to the police. Their findings suggest there may be two separate parties involved."
At these words, Jaxon's frown deepened. "Two separate parties?"
Caleb replied softly, "Yes. There are two masterminds. They likely don't know each other or each other's plans, but their goal is the same. They want to kill Mrs. Zale.
"However, the perpetrators from last night employed more sophisticated methods. So far, the police haven't found a single usable lead, not even footprints or fingerprints at the scene. It's possible we're dealing with a professional hitman."
Professional hitman. At the mention of those words, the air around Jaxon grew heavy with a terrifying intensity.
Sally heard those words too, and the tension inside her remained unrelenting. She just couldn't shake it off.
Hearing footsteps outside the door, Sally hurried back to the bed, her heart still racing and unable to settle down.
Between these two groups, the real mastermind was definitely Lena.
Since she exposed the crystal hairpin incident during the show taping, putting Lena in deep trouble, there was no way Lena would let her off the hook so easily.
If this scandal didn't blow over, it would be a career-ending blow.
So she couldn't really blame Lena for wanting revenge on her.
She just never thought Lena would be this ruthless, actually wanting her dead.
Sally wondered, 'But who could the other group be?
'Besides Lena and Brad, who I don't get along with, I can't think of anyone else I've pissed off.'
Sally was lost in thought when suddenly the door swung open from outside.
Jaxon strode in with a stormy expression, yet deliberately avoided mentioning the shocking truth he'd just heard.
Jaxon asked her gently, "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"
Just then, a familiar voice from the doorway interrupted their conversation. Finn called out, "Sally-Bear, you're awake?"
At the sound, Sally looked up to see Finn walk in with a lunch box and set it on the table.
"Yeah," Sally smiled faintly. "Finn, you're here."
"I made you some chicken soup. Have it while it's still warm." The moment Finn opened the lunch box, the rich aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the room.
Finn gently ladled the soup into a bowl, set it on the table, and asked softly, "Do you want me to feed you?"
Sally instinctively glanced up at Finn, only to unexpectedly lock eyes with Jaxon.
Sally instinctively looked away, feeling a bit awkward. She waved her hand and said, "No, thanks. I can handle it myself."
Jaxon turned and walked to the window, leaning on the sill as he stared out in silence, his jaw clenched.
Finn sat by the hospital bed, watching as Sally slowly sipped her chicken soup. He made small talk with her, their conversation light and easy.
As their conversation became more lively, soft laughter occasionally passed between them.
Listening nearby, Jaxon felt a bitter pang in his chest.
Every little sound was like a loud, annoying noise to Jaxon. It made his ears hurt and his nerves jumpy.
In the end, Jaxon turned and walked toward the door, leaving them some space.
That afternoon, as they completed the discharge procedures, Sally keenly sensed the oppressive gloom radiating from Jaxon.
They had originally planned to leave the following morning, but Jaxon insisted Sally's situation was too dangerous to delay. That very night, they boarded his private jet and arrived in Westmere.
After landing, Jaxon took her straight to his private residence in Longbay.
After making sure Sally was settled, Jaxon took a call and drove off.
That night, Jaxon didn't come home at all.
Early the next morning, Sally woke up to a call from Abigail.
"Hey, Sally, didn't you say you'd be back to Westmere yesterday afternoon? Why aren't you home yet?" Abigail's worried voice came through the phone.
Sally quickly got up and walked to the balcony. Lowering her voice, she replied, "I'm back. Something happened on the way."
"What happened?" Abigail asked, her voice laced with concern.
Seeing how curious Abigail was, Sally finally gave her the condensed version, laying out everything that had happened to her these past few days.
After hearing her account, Abigail asked in shock, "What bastard would dare try to kill you?"
"To be precise, there are two," Sally said, her face growing solemn. "Both were sent from Westmere. The police are still investigating. Once they have results, they'll notify Finn, and he'll fill me in."
"Where are you now? At the Zale family house?" asked Abigail.
Not wanting Abigail to know too much, Sally simply went along with her and replied, "Yeah, I'm coming back right away."
Just then, the sound of a car pulling up downstairs reached her ears.
Thinking it was Jaxon returning, Sally quickly hung up and hurried down the spiral staircase to the first floor.
Just as Sally reached the entrance, Brad appeared before her.
When Brad looked up and saw her, his eyes widened in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Sally froze mid-step, her feet rooted to the ground.
She hadn't expected Brad to show up instead.
Sally's mind raced as she quickly pieced together a plausible excuse. "Mr. Zale said he wasn't feeling well, so he asked me to come check on him."
Brad sized her up for a moment, trying to catch any hint from her demeanor.
Before coming downstairs, Sally had carefully prepared herself, leaving no traces of anything amiss.
Brad eyed her skeptically and then scanned the room. "Where's Uncle Jaxon?"
"He hasn't come back yet," Sally said.
"He's not even home yet, but he still had you come over?" Brad's expression turned thunderous, his voice rising an octave.
Sally suppressed the nervousness welling up inside her and retorted, "Got a problem with that?"
Brad's voice dripped with icy sarcasm. "How eager of you."
Sally ignored him and walked straight into the house on her own.
Brad followed her in and sat across from her.
Sally just hoped he would leave soon. She had no idea if Jaxon would come back or not.
If Brad kept stalling like this, he would see right through her lie any minute now.
Sally even found herself wondering if she should call Jaxon.
"How long have you been here?" Brad looked up, fixing Sally with a probing gaze.
Sally replied offhandedly, her tone flat, "About an hour, I guess."
Brad sneered, "So, Uncle Jaxon said he was not feeling well, called you, and you rushed right over? How eager of you."