Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 175: Chapter 175
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Sally pushed open the lounge door and stepped inside. "Lillian has a sensitive stomach. She probably ate something that didn't agree with her, so now she's got acute gastroenteritis.
"I've already given her the medication. Abigail took the day off to care for her at home. I heard there's been a significant improvement, so she should be able to return to school tomorrow."
"Carlos told me you're personally cooking for Lillian every day now?" Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
After grabbing her bag, Sally walked over to Jaxon. "Yeah. Sometimes I cook, sometimes Abigail does."
"It must be tough on you both. Lillian has always been frail and sickly since childhood. She's never been easy to care for," he said.
Sally reached the doorway and paused. She looked up at Jaxon, her voice low. "Just make sure your girlfriend stops stirring up trouble behind my back. Everything else is minor. I can handle it."
Jaxon's brows furrowed sharply. "What nonsense are you talking about? She's not my girlfriend. At most, she's just an acquaintance."
Sally locked eyes with him, her voice low and measured. "You may consider her an acquaintance, but I doubt she feels the same. Otherwise, that scene the other day wouldn't have happened. Don't you think?"
Jaxon was momentarily speechless. After a pause, he let out a husky chuckle and asked, "Can I take that to mean you're jealous?"
Without missing a beat, Sally shot back, "Don't flatter yourself."
Jaxon suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward the door.
"What are you doing?" Sally stared at his retreating figure, completely bewildered.
"Let's go grab dinner—" he said.
Jaxon hadn't even finished speaking when Sally cut him off. "Not tonight."
"What? So Finn cooked at home, and now you have to go back for dinner?" he asked.
"There's such a thing as first come, first served, you know? Since he asked first, it'd be pretty rude of me to ditch him for dinner with you now," Sally explained.
Jaxon chuckled in frustration but ultimately said nothing more, releasing his grip on her wrist. "You owe me a dinner. Make it up to me another time."
"Alright," Sally said with a resigned smile.
"I'm off." Casting a casual glance her way, Jaxon turned and headed for the door.
But he had barely taken two steps when Sally called out from behind, "Mr. Zale?"
Jaxon paused and looked over his shoulder. "What is it?"
"Thank you for the pastries. They were quite delicious." Sally looked at him earnestly, her eyes losing some of their usual coldness and gaining a touch of softness.
When Carlos handed the pastries to her, even Sally could hardly believe it.
Ever since Jaxon first bought them pastries, pretty much every time a new flavor came out, he'd get some and have them delivered so they could try them.
Though things had been quite tense between them lately, Jaxon seemed to be subtly easing the situation in his way.
Though things between them hadn't completely smoothed over, at least Sally felt somewhat at ease now.
Jaxon smiled faintly and said, "As long as you like them." Before Sally could even reply, Jaxon swiftly left the clinic.
Sally stood rooted to the spot, momentarily stunned.
'Wait? Did he just say me, not Lillian?' she wondered, 'I always thought these pastries were meant for Lillian in the first place. Guess Lillian is just an excuse after all, huh?'
After locking up the clinic, Sally watched as Jaxon's car disappeared down the road. Against her will, fragments of last night flooded her mind, leaving her strangely unsettled.
Shaking off the tangled thoughts, Sally drove back home.
As soon as Sally pulled up in front of Windmere Estates, she spotted a familiar figure, Brad leaning against his black Cayenne, cigarette in hand.
As Sally stepped out of her car, Brad stubbed out his cigarette and strode toward her.
"What are you doing here?" Sally asked.
"What else would I be here for if not to discuss our divorce?" Brad's lips curled into a mocking smirk.
Sally instinctively lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the documents in Brad's hand. She thought, 'That must be the new divorce papers.'
"Mr. Zale, you've already liquidated your billions so quickly?" Sally curled her lips into a frosty smirk, her eyes icy. "I thought it would take at least two weeks or so. I never knew your people worked so efficiently."
"Did you go running to Grandpa with some sob story?" Brad's brow darkened with frosty anger, his expression simmering with suppressed rage as he stared at her in cold silence.
"What else could I possibly talk to him about besides the divorce?" Sally shot back bluntly. "Don't tell me you actually think I went to Mr. Howard Zale, stirring up trouble and demanding half your fortune?"
Brad snapped, "Isn't it? If you hadn't put words in his ear, why would he come up with such an outrageous demand? All you did was give me a son, and now you think you're entitled to half my fortune? You're downright vicious."
Brad suddenly slammed the divorce papers against Sally's chest. The force was a bit too strong, making her wince in pain as her brows knit together.
As Brad released his grip, Sally swiftly reached out and caught the divorce papers in mid-air. Sally lowered her gaze briefly at the divorce agreement, then quickly flipped it open.
When she flipped to the asset division page, she saw lots of money. There was so much that she couldn't even begin to count them all.
She curled her lips into a sardonic smile, looked up at Brad, and said, "Mr. Zale, you really are generous, handing over such a big share of your fortune to me.
"Does your mistress even know about this? From what I know about her, if she found out, she'd probably tear the roof off, wouldn't she?"
Brad's voice seethed with anger. "If Grandpa hadn't stepped in to mediate, there's no way in hell I'd give you a single cent. You'd better sign those papers now before I change my mind."
When Sally met Brad's gaze, she saw icy fury burning in the depths of his eyes.
She let out a hoarse, humorless laugh. 'So this is the man I loved all those years? How utterly pathetic,' she wondered.
"Brad, do you know what makes a person truly pathetic?" Sally snapped the divorce papers shut, then gave Brad an icy, disdainful look.
Brad looked at her in confusion. "Cut the crap and get to the point. I don't have time to waste on your games."
Sally's lips curled into a thin, mocking smile. She gazed at him steadily, her smile fading into something colder. "When someone starts valuing money over love, that's when you know their heart lost its purity long ago."
"I've already given her the medication. Abigail took the day off to care for her at home. I heard there's been a significant improvement, so she should be able to return to school tomorrow."
"Carlos told me you're personally cooking for Lillian every day now?" Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
After grabbing her bag, Sally walked over to Jaxon. "Yeah. Sometimes I cook, sometimes Abigail does."
"It must be tough on you both. Lillian has always been frail and sickly since childhood. She's never been easy to care for," he said.
Sally reached the doorway and paused. She looked up at Jaxon, her voice low. "Just make sure your girlfriend stops stirring up trouble behind my back. Everything else is minor. I can handle it."
Jaxon's brows furrowed sharply. "What nonsense are you talking about? She's not my girlfriend. At most, she's just an acquaintance."
Sally locked eyes with him, her voice low and measured. "You may consider her an acquaintance, but I doubt she feels the same. Otherwise, that scene the other day wouldn't have happened. Don't you think?"
Jaxon was momentarily speechless. After a pause, he let out a husky chuckle and asked, "Can I take that to mean you're jealous?"
Without missing a beat, Sally shot back, "Don't flatter yourself."
Jaxon suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward the door.
"What are you doing?" Sally stared at his retreating figure, completely bewildered.
"Let's go grab dinner—" he said.
Jaxon hadn't even finished speaking when Sally cut him off. "Not tonight."
"What? So Finn cooked at home, and now you have to go back for dinner?" he asked.
"There's such a thing as first come, first served, you know? Since he asked first, it'd be pretty rude of me to ditch him for dinner with you now," Sally explained.
Jaxon chuckled in frustration but ultimately said nothing more, releasing his grip on her wrist. "You owe me a dinner. Make it up to me another time."
"Alright," Sally said with a resigned smile.
"I'm off." Casting a casual glance her way, Jaxon turned and headed for the door.
But he had barely taken two steps when Sally called out from behind, "Mr. Zale?"
Jaxon paused and looked over his shoulder. "What is it?"
"Thank you for the pastries. They were quite delicious." Sally looked at him earnestly, her eyes losing some of their usual coldness and gaining a touch of softness.
When Carlos handed the pastries to her, even Sally could hardly believe it.
Ever since Jaxon first bought them pastries, pretty much every time a new flavor came out, he'd get some and have them delivered so they could try them.
Though things had been quite tense between them lately, Jaxon seemed to be subtly easing the situation in his way.
Though things between them hadn't completely smoothed over, at least Sally felt somewhat at ease now.
Jaxon smiled faintly and said, "As long as you like them." Before Sally could even reply, Jaxon swiftly left the clinic.
Sally stood rooted to the spot, momentarily stunned.
'Wait? Did he just say me, not Lillian?' she wondered, 'I always thought these pastries were meant for Lillian in the first place. Guess Lillian is just an excuse after all, huh?'
After locking up the clinic, Sally watched as Jaxon's car disappeared down the road. Against her will, fragments of last night flooded her mind, leaving her strangely unsettled.
Shaking off the tangled thoughts, Sally drove back home.
As soon as Sally pulled up in front of Windmere Estates, she spotted a familiar figure, Brad leaning against his black Cayenne, cigarette in hand.
As Sally stepped out of her car, Brad stubbed out his cigarette and strode toward her.
"What are you doing here?" Sally asked.
"What else would I be here for if not to discuss our divorce?" Brad's lips curled into a mocking smirk.
Sally instinctively lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the documents in Brad's hand. She thought, 'That must be the new divorce papers.'
"Mr. Zale, you've already liquidated your billions so quickly?" Sally curled her lips into a frosty smirk, her eyes icy. "I thought it would take at least two weeks or so. I never knew your people worked so efficiently."
"Did you go running to Grandpa with some sob story?" Brad's brow darkened with frosty anger, his expression simmering with suppressed rage as he stared at her in cold silence.
"What else could I possibly talk to him about besides the divorce?" Sally shot back bluntly. "Don't tell me you actually think I went to Mr. Howard Zale, stirring up trouble and demanding half your fortune?"
Brad snapped, "Isn't it? If you hadn't put words in his ear, why would he come up with such an outrageous demand? All you did was give me a son, and now you think you're entitled to half my fortune? You're downright vicious."
Brad suddenly slammed the divorce papers against Sally's chest. The force was a bit too strong, making her wince in pain as her brows knit together.
As Brad released his grip, Sally swiftly reached out and caught the divorce papers in mid-air. Sally lowered her gaze briefly at the divorce agreement, then quickly flipped it open.
When she flipped to the asset division page, she saw lots of money. There was so much that she couldn't even begin to count them all.
She curled her lips into a sardonic smile, looked up at Brad, and said, "Mr. Zale, you really are generous, handing over such a big share of your fortune to me.
"Does your mistress even know about this? From what I know about her, if she found out, she'd probably tear the roof off, wouldn't she?"
Brad's voice seethed with anger. "If Grandpa hadn't stepped in to mediate, there's no way in hell I'd give you a single cent. You'd better sign those papers now before I change my mind."
When Sally met Brad's gaze, she saw icy fury burning in the depths of his eyes.
She let out a hoarse, humorless laugh. 'So this is the man I loved all those years? How utterly pathetic,' she wondered.
"Brad, do you know what makes a person truly pathetic?" Sally snapped the divorce papers shut, then gave Brad an icy, disdainful look.
Brad looked at her in confusion. "Cut the crap and get to the point. I don't have time to waste on your games."
Sally's lips curled into a thin, mocking smile. She gazed at him steadily, her smile fading into something colder. "When someone starts valuing money over love, that's when you know their heart lost its purity long ago."
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