Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 162: Chapter 162

Sally was livid.
She'd always known her son was clever, but she never imagined he'd use his intelligence for this kind of mischief.
"Your father and I are getting a divorce. You can ask Lena to cook for you. I'm not obligated to do it anymore!"
"But I'm still your son, right? You gave birth to me, so you have to take care of me." Nick clenched his small hands into fists, staring up at her defiantly.
Sally looked down at him, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
He hadn't been so defiant and unreasonable when he lived with her. Since she'd been released from prison, she'd noticed his personality had changed.
He was becoming more and more spoiled and prone to tantrums.
Sally said. "Even though your father and I are splitting up, you're still my son. That's a fact. If you miss my cooking or the clothes I make, you can just tell me. You don't get to take it out on Lillian.
"In my eyes, she's like a daughter to me, and that makes her your sister—"
"She is not your daughter, and she is not my sister!" Nick interrupted, his voice sharp. He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Lillian's arm and trying to pull her away from Sally.
"Nick! You are getting way out of line!" Worried he would hurt Lillian, Sally grabbed his arm and pushed him back.
Nick stumbled, losing his balance.
Just as he was about to fall, a large hand steadied him from behind.
"Sally! What the hell are you doing?" a deep voice demanded. "Bullying your own kid now?"
Sally's gaze hardened as she looked up.
Brad had somehow made his way through the crowd and was now standing right in front of them.
"Mr. Zale, Sally wasn't bullying him," Lillian said, mustering her courage despite her fear of Brad. "Nick was bullying me. She was just trying to make him stop."
She peeked out from behind Sally, her eyes darting nervously to gauge the man's reaction.
Brad shot her a cold glance before fixing his eyes on Sally again. "Even so, that's no reason to push your own son around. You've really crossed a line."
"Don't jump to conclusions when you don't even know what happened," Sally snapped, glaring at him. "Why don't you ask your son what he was doing to Lillian!"
Sally turned to the girl behind her. "Come on, Lillian. Let's go."
"Okay." Lillian quickly grabbed her lunch box, and the two of them left the mess behind.
As Nick watched them walk away, a bitter wave of jealousy washed over him, slow to fade.
Once the crowd dispersed, Brad looked down at his son. "What really happened? Did you start it?"
"I just can't stand her," Nick mumbled, chewing on his lip. "She gets to eat Mom's food and wear the clothes Mom makes!"
Brad's expression darkened. He said nothing, but it was clear to him that his son was most likely the one at fault.
After dealing with the drama at the school and finishing the parent-teacher conference, Sally finally made it to the clinic. It was nearly evening.
The air was crisp with the cool of late autumn.
Just as she was about to enter, Carlos called out to her as he was seeing a patient out. "Sally."
She stopped. "What is it?"
Carlos leaned in and lowered his voice. "Jaxon is here. He's in the waiting area."
Sally's brow furrowed. 'What is he doing here?'
She gave a slight nod and walked inside, with Carlos following close behind.
Sally glanced toward the waiting area. Jaxon was the only one there, sitting quietly and looking down at his phone. He looked up as he heard their footsteps.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.
Sally broke the gaze first, ignoring him as she headed to the break room to change into her white coat.
When she came back out, the waiting area was empty.
"Looking for me?" His deep voice came from the consultation desk to her left.
Her hand, shoved in the pocket of her coat, clenched into a fist. Busted. But she wasn't about to admit it.
She turned to him, her expression flat. "What are you doing here?"
"I have a headache. I came to have you take a look."
Sally gave him a quick once-over. Jaxon looked perfectly fine, not the least bit uncomfortable.
She looked over at the reception desk. "Carlos, this gentleman isn't feeling well. Could you take a look at him?"
This gentleman.
The formal words made Jaxon's brow tighten. When had they become so distant?
Carlos, who had been watching the drama unfold from the front desk, was caught off guard. It took him a few seconds to process that she was talking to him.
Just as Carlos was about to step forward, Jaxon spoke, his voice calm but firm. "I only want you to see me."
"All our practitioners are equally skilled, so there's no need to be picky," Sally said coolly, her face a neutral mask. "Otherwise, you're free to seek help elsewhere."
Carlos froze. 'Equally skilled? Her abilities and mine are worlds apart. If I had her talent, I'd be set for life. She can't possibly believe that herself.'
"And what if I insist?" Jaxon pressed, refusing to back down.
Carlos looked at Jaxon and saw the cold glint in his eyes. The atmosphere was getting heavy.
He quickly came up with an excuse. "You know, Sally, my stomach is suddenly killing me. I need to use the restroom. I guess you'll have to help Mr. Zale after all."
Without waiting for a reply, he made a hasty retreat, disappearing faster than a rabbit.