Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 126: Chapter 126
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As Sally's voice faded, Lena's face darkened instantly.
For a moment, she was at a complete loss for words.
Sally looked Lena straight in the eye. "Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if you deliberately had someone retaliate against me."
Lena said coldly, "Sure, you exposed the crystal hairpin incident on the show and turned my life into a living hell, but I wouldn't resort to murder, would I?"
"How did you even know that guy was trying to kill me?" Sally said in a dangerously low voice, her eyes blazing with fury.
With so many holes in her story, she still dared to make these pathetic excuses. How ridiculous.
"I just heard it from someone," Lena said.
"Heard it from someone? Who exactly did you hear it from?" Sally's brows knitted sharply. "Since the incident, only a handful of people know and they're all my closest circle. None of them would tell you. So who's your source?"
"I..." Lena stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Sally's voice rose sharply, her eyes burning with even fiercer fury. "The crystal hairpin is a personal matter between me and Brad. I never meant to involve you, but since you insisted on flaunting it on TV, you left me no choice. That hairpin isn't yours. It's my dowry."
The moment the word "dowry" reached Lena's ears, her pupils dilated in shock.
She never imagined the crystal hairpin was actually Sally's dowry.
Sally said, "Brad shielded you. That's his business. But when it comes to what's mine, I'll go to any length to get it back. If you're really going to retaliate against me over this, how disgusting can you be?"
"Disgusting?" Lena snapped. "Compared to what you did, mine is nothing. I never meant to kill you. I just wanted to stab you and teach you a lesson."
At those words, Sally's upper eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.
Sally thought, 'So it was Lena who sent that assailant to stab me at the night market.
'But then, who is the real mastermind behind the charcoal poisoning plot?
'After all, there's no way Lena could have arranged a second murder so soon after the first failed attempt.
'Besides, this second scheme was far more sophisticated than the first.
'Maybe the police were right. There's more than one person who wants me dead.'
Lena snapped, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. Your little stunt got me trending for days, and people still won't let it go. They're even saying I stole your crystal hairpin. I'm carrying way more heat than you are."
Lena's eyes blazed scarlet with rage. Her grip on the mask tightened, knuckles whitening from the strain.
Sally's train of thought was interrupted. She glared up at Lena, her eyes blazing with anger.
"At the very least, you're an accessory to theft!" Sally snapped. "You knew damn well it was mine, yet you still tried to snatch it away from me. What else would you call that but stealing?"
Lena said coldly, "I had no idea Brad would use that pretext to give me the hairpin. Had I known, I would never have accepted it."
Sally thought, 'I should've recorded this the moment I walked in.
'If I had, her crime would be out in the open.
'Murder over something like this? If word got out, it'd be front-page news. Her whole career would be ruined.'
Sally glared at Lena and said coldly, "Let's call it even this time. I'll return the guy I caught to you, but if you ever try anything behind my back again, I won't let you off so easily."
"Do you think we're even just because you say so? You didn't get stabbed, but who's going to take responsibility for all the backlash I've had to endure?" Rage flared hotter in Lena's eyes.
Sally spun around, snatched a scalpel from the table, and thrust it right in front of Lena.
"If you hate me enough to want me dead," she sneered, "then do it yourself. Why bother?"
Lena stumbled back at the sight of the scalpel in Sally's hand, shock written all over her face.
"Have you lost your mind?" she gasped.
"What? Got cold feet now that I'm handing you the scalpel?" Sally's voice dripped with icy contempt. "Weren't you so capable, scheming against me behind my back? But when it comes to actually doing it face-to-face, you chicken out?"
"Who says I chicken out?" Lena scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt. "I just don't want to dirty my hands. After all, I'm going to be Mrs. Zale someday. How could I stain them with blood? Unlike you, I've no intention of ending up behind bars..."
Sally gripped the scalpel, examining it for a moment before suddenly pointing it at Lena across from her. "Have you never heard the saying? You play with fire, you're bound to get burned."
The sudden move made Lena stumble back several steps.
The blade in Sally's hand was now aimed inches from Lena's throat.
Lena's eyes flashed with fear as she stammered, "What are you doing? If you dare mess with me, Brad will make you pay."
Sally's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. "Try crossing me again. I dare you."
Lena gulped involuntarily, continuing to retreat, her back nearly hitting the wall.
"Sally, could you check this prescription for me?" At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the doorway.
Lena bolted through the door the instant she got the chance, as if her life depended on it.
Sally was still clutching the scalpel in her hand.
Carlos froze at the doorway, his fingers instinctively tightening around the doorknob.
He stammered, "Sally, let's just talk this out... If we can settle things with words, no need for fists and definitely not scalpels..."
Sally's dark mood instantly lifted as she chuckled at his words.
"I was just trying to scare her straight. I never actually planned to use the scalpel," she said.
"I knew it. You are so sweet and gorgeous. There's no way you'd ever do something like that," said Carlos.
Sally shot Carlos a look, her smile growing wider. "I didn't know you were such a brown-noser, Carlos." Then she switched topics. "So, what's this prescription? Hand it over."
Carlos quickly and respectfully handed over the prescription with both hands. "Here's the one."
Sally glanced at the prescription and instantly spotted the issue. "Just drop the first herbal and add the new one we bought. That'll do."
"Sally, you're really something!" Carlos shot her a big thumbs-up. "You nailed it within thirty seconds!"
"Get back to work and grab me three packs of fever-reducing herbs. I'll take them with me later. I won't be coming back this afternoon," said Sally.
Carlos asked curiously, "Is your son sick again?"
For a moment, she was at a complete loss for words.
Sally looked Lena straight in the eye. "Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if you deliberately had someone retaliate against me."
Lena said coldly, "Sure, you exposed the crystal hairpin incident on the show and turned my life into a living hell, but I wouldn't resort to murder, would I?"
"How did you even know that guy was trying to kill me?" Sally said in a dangerously low voice, her eyes blazing with fury.
With so many holes in her story, she still dared to make these pathetic excuses. How ridiculous.
"I just heard it from someone," Lena said.
"Heard it from someone? Who exactly did you hear it from?" Sally's brows knitted sharply. "Since the incident, only a handful of people know and they're all my closest circle. None of them would tell you. So who's your source?"
"I..." Lena stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Sally's voice rose sharply, her eyes burning with even fiercer fury. "The crystal hairpin is a personal matter between me and Brad. I never meant to involve you, but since you insisted on flaunting it on TV, you left me no choice. That hairpin isn't yours. It's my dowry."
The moment the word "dowry" reached Lena's ears, her pupils dilated in shock.
She never imagined the crystal hairpin was actually Sally's dowry.
Sally said, "Brad shielded you. That's his business. But when it comes to what's mine, I'll go to any length to get it back. If you're really going to retaliate against me over this, how disgusting can you be?"
"Disgusting?" Lena snapped. "Compared to what you did, mine is nothing. I never meant to kill you. I just wanted to stab you and teach you a lesson."
At those words, Sally's upper eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.
Sally thought, 'So it was Lena who sent that assailant to stab me at the night market.
'But then, who is the real mastermind behind the charcoal poisoning plot?
'After all, there's no way Lena could have arranged a second murder so soon after the first failed attempt.
'Besides, this second scheme was far more sophisticated than the first.
'Maybe the police were right. There's more than one person who wants me dead.'
Lena snapped, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. Your little stunt got me trending for days, and people still won't let it go. They're even saying I stole your crystal hairpin. I'm carrying way more heat than you are."
Lena's eyes blazed scarlet with rage. Her grip on the mask tightened, knuckles whitening from the strain.
Sally's train of thought was interrupted. She glared up at Lena, her eyes blazing with anger.
"At the very least, you're an accessory to theft!" Sally snapped. "You knew damn well it was mine, yet you still tried to snatch it away from me. What else would you call that but stealing?"
Lena said coldly, "I had no idea Brad would use that pretext to give me the hairpin. Had I known, I would never have accepted it."
Sally thought, 'I should've recorded this the moment I walked in.
'If I had, her crime would be out in the open.
'Murder over something like this? If word got out, it'd be front-page news. Her whole career would be ruined.'
Sally glared at Lena and said coldly, "Let's call it even this time. I'll return the guy I caught to you, but if you ever try anything behind my back again, I won't let you off so easily."
"Do you think we're even just because you say so? You didn't get stabbed, but who's going to take responsibility for all the backlash I've had to endure?" Rage flared hotter in Lena's eyes.
Sally spun around, snatched a scalpel from the table, and thrust it right in front of Lena.
"If you hate me enough to want me dead," she sneered, "then do it yourself. Why bother?"
Lena stumbled back at the sight of the scalpel in Sally's hand, shock written all over her face.
"Have you lost your mind?" she gasped.
"What? Got cold feet now that I'm handing you the scalpel?" Sally's voice dripped with icy contempt. "Weren't you so capable, scheming against me behind my back? But when it comes to actually doing it face-to-face, you chicken out?"
"Who says I chicken out?" Lena scoffed, her voice dripping with contempt. "I just don't want to dirty my hands. After all, I'm going to be Mrs. Zale someday. How could I stain them with blood? Unlike you, I've no intention of ending up behind bars..."
Sally gripped the scalpel, examining it for a moment before suddenly pointing it at Lena across from her. "Have you never heard the saying? You play with fire, you're bound to get burned."
The sudden move made Lena stumble back several steps.
The blade in Sally's hand was now aimed inches from Lena's throat.
Lena's eyes flashed with fear as she stammered, "What are you doing? If you dare mess with me, Brad will make you pay."
Sally's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. "Try crossing me again. I dare you."
Lena gulped involuntarily, continuing to retreat, her back nearly hitting the wall.
"Sally, could you check this prescription for me?" At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the doorway.
Lena bolted through the door the instant she got the chance, as if her life depended on it.
Sally was still clutching the scalpel in her hand.
Carlos froze at the doorway, his fingers instinctively tightening around the doorknob.
He stammered, "Sally, let's just talk this out... If we can settle things with words, no need for fists and definitely not scalpels..."
Sally's dark mood instantly lifted as she chuckled at his words.
"I was just trying to scare her straight. I never actually planned to use the scalpel," she said.
"I knew it. You are so sweet and gorgeous. There's no way you'd ever do something like that," said Carlos.
Sally shot Carlos a look, her smile growing wider. "I didn't know you were such a brown-noser, Carlos." Then she switched topics. "So, what's this prescription? Hand it over."
Carlos quickly and respectfully handed over the prescription with both hands. "Here's the one."
Sally glanced at the prescription and instantly spotted the issue. "Just drop the first herbal and add the new one we bought. That'll do."
"Sally, you're really something!" Carlos shot her a big thumbs-up. "You nailed it within thirty seconds!"
"Get back to work and grab me three packs of fever-reducing herbs. I'll take them with me later. I won't be coming back this afternoon," said Sally.
Carlos asked curiously, "Is your son sick again?"
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