Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 177: Chapter 177
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"Yes, this came directly from a prison insider. They said Mrs. Zale was frequently beaten by fellow inmates during her incarceration, so badly that she nearly died on several occasions. According to them, she still bears scars on her back," Nathan explained.
At these words, a flicker of shock crossed Brad's face.
'Nearly died?' Brad thought, stunned. 'She never told me about any of this.'
Brad furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on the flowers outside. "Didn't I already pull some strings? How could such abuse still happen?"
Nathan lowered his voice. "We're still verifying the specifics."
"Alright. Report back immediately with the results," said Brad.
"Okay." Nathan nodded.
With a dark expression, Brad hung up the phone and strode out of the study.
The moment Brad stepped inside, he found his prized vase in fragments littering the living room floor. 'So that crashing sound I just heard—was it my favorite vase breaking?' he wondered.
Lena was bending down, picking up the shards from the floor. At the sound, she quickly got to her feet. "Brad—"
Brad quickly approached, frowning at the shards in front of him. "What's going on? What happened here? How could my vase end up like this?"
Lena's nervousness was palpable as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, Brad. I accidentally broke the vase. But please don't worry. I'll make sure it's professionally restored."
Brad had been seething with anger, but the moment he learned it was Lena who broke the vase, his words caught in his throat.
Seeing the look on Brad's face, Lena rushed to explain, "It was an accident, I swear. I'll definitely have someone restore the vase to its original state. Please, you have to believe me."
Naturally, Lena knew exactly how important that vase was to Brad.
"Never mind. What's broken is broken. No point trying to fix it. Besides, it's shattered so badly that even top restoration experts would be at a loss," he said.
Lena said softly, "Don't worry. Let me give it a try. Just as long as you're not mad at me."
Brad let out a resigned sigh but ultimately remained silent.
Lena left with the vase shards. She consulted five different antique and restoration shops, but each one told her it was beyond repair.
At the sixth shop, the owner frowned, scrutinizing the fragments over and over. "Shattered to this extent? Honestly, in all of Westmere, only Hazel could possibly restore it. You won't find anyone else who can fix it."
"Hazel?" Lena asked, her curiosity piqued. "Do you happen to have Master Hazel's contact details? If it's not too much trouble, could you share them with me?"
"I don't have Hazel's personal number, just her agent, Miss Nell's, contact. Usually, Miss Nell is the one who takes orders for her," the owner said.
"That works. Could you please share it with me? Thank you." Holding a pile of antique fragments, Lena glanced down at the number on her screen, a smile tugging at her lips.
'Great. Finally, I can help Brad restore the antique vase,' she wondered.
The next evening, after seeing off her last patient, Sally hung a closed sign on the door. Carlos had already clocked out and gone home, leaving her alone in the clinic.
Alone, Sally made her way into the treatment room and began organizing the medical instruments.
The main door was left ajar, and she could clearly hear footsteps approaching from outside.
At the sound, Sally turned her head and immediately spotted Brad walking in.
Brad thrust the door open, his face stormy as he fixed his gaze on her, his eyes burning with an inscrutable mix of emotions she couldn't quite read.
Sally frowned, eyeing him warily. "What are you doing here? Here to deliver the divorce papers?"
"The divorce papers aren't ready yet. I'll have someone deliver them to you another day." Brad paused right behind her, his burning gaze fixed intently on her.
Sally shot him a glare, then turned back to organizing the medical instruments. "Is it really that hard to just give me Windmere Estates?"
Without responding, Brad abruptly reached out and touched the back of her blouse.
Sally had already taken off her white coat and was wearing a black professional dress.
The moment Brad's fingertips brushed the skin at the small of her back, Sally instinctively whirled around to face him directly. Her eyes flashed with wariness as she demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"
Brad instinctively dropped his gaze, his eyes lingering on her features, then abruptly fell silent.
Brad could read the wariness and confusion in her eyes with perfect clarity. Those eyes were so unyielding—even after nearly being beaten to death, she never said a word to him.
Brad rested his hand on the treatment bed behind her, lowering his voice. "I had someone look into what happened in prison. You suffered so much in there. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just keep it all bottled up?"
At his words, Sally couldn't help but frown slightly. Sally mused, 'He just wants to see the scar on my back, doesn't he?'
There was indeed a rather large burn scar on her back. To this day, only Jaxon had ever seen it.
"I need to see with my own eyes. Show me." Brad placed his hand firmly on her waist, attempting to turn her around.
But Sally refused to cooperate, pressing her hands against Brad's chest and struggling fiercely. "Are you out of your mind? Let go of me," she snapped.
Brad's hand still gripped her waist tightly. "Just one look, then I'll go. Be good."
As those words reached her ears, Sally found them bitterly ironic.
'So he's stooping to this coaxing tone just to confirm my humiliating past?' Sally thought bitterly. 'Even during our happiest days as a couple, he never showed me this much tenderness.'
"So what if you see it? Are you going to storm into prison and beat up everyone who ever bullied me, Mr. Zale?" She let out a bitter scoff. "Besides, isn't all of this thanks to you? Shouldn't you and Nick be the real culprits here?"
At her words, Brad's hand on her waist faltered slightly. "None of this would've happened if you hadn't screwed up.
"Would Nick and I have testified for Lena otherwise? Let's be real. This whole mess is because of your twisted mind."
"Get out," Sally snarled, refusing to engage with him any longer.
But Brad had no intention of letting go, his grip unrelenting. "Is it really so damn hard to just let me see? We haven't even signed the divorce papers yet. We're still legally married. I'm already cutting you slack by not demanding my marital rights."
"Crazy man," Sally muttered under her breath, then shoved him away without a second thought.
But Brad closed the distance again, forcibly spun her around, and pinned her down onto the treatment bed.
Just as Brad was about to unbutton her dress again to check the scar on her back, an enraged voice suddenly roared from behind him. "Brad, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
At these words, a flicker of shock crossed Brad's face.
'Nearly died?' Brad thought, stunned. 'She never told me about any of this.'
Brad furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on the flowers outside. "Didn't I already pull some strings? How could such abuse still happen?"
Nathan lowered his voice. "We're still verifying the specifics."
"Alright. Report back immediately with the results," said Brad.
"Okay." Nathan nodded.
With a dark expression, Brad hung up the phone and strode out of the study.
The moment Brad stepped inside, he found his prized vase in fragments littering the living room floor. 'So that crashing sound I just heard—was it my favorite vase breaking?' he wondered.
Lena was bending down, picking up the shards from the floor. At the sound, she quickly got to her feet. "Brad—"
Brad quickly approached, frowning at the shards in front of him. "What's going on? What happened here? How could my vase end up like this?"
Lena's nervousness was palpable as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, Brad. I accidentally broke the vase. But please don't worry. I'll make sure it's professionally restored."
Brad had been seething with anger, but the moment he learned it was Lena who broke the vase, his words caught in his throat.
Seeing the look on Brad's face, Lena rushed to explain, "It was an accident, I swear. I'll definitely have someone restore the vase to its original state. Please, you have to believe me."
Naturally, Lena knew exactly how important that vase was to Brad.
"Never mind. What's broken is broken. No point trying to fix it. Besides, it's shattered so badly that even top restoration experts would be at a loss," he said.
Lena said softly, "Don't worry. Let me give it a try. Just as long as you're not mad at me."
Brad let out a resigned sigh but ultimately remained silent.
Lena left with the vase shards. She consulted five different antique and restoration shops, but each one told her it was beyond repair.
At the sixth shop, the owner frowned, scrutinizing the fragments over and over. "Shattered to this extent? Honestly, in all of Westmere, only Hazel could possibly restore it. You won't find anyone else who can fix it."
"Hazel?" Lena asked, her curiosity piqued. "Do you happen to have Master Hazel's contact details? If it's not too much trouble, could you share them with me?"
"I don't have Hazel's personal number, just her agent, Miss Nell's, contact. Usually, Miss Nell is the one who takes orders for her," the owner said.
"That works. Could you please share it with me? Thank you." Holding a pile of antique fragments, Lena glanced down at the number on her screen, a smile tugging at her lips.
'Great. Finally, I can help Brad restore the antique vase,' she wondered.
The next evening, after seeing off her last patient, Sally hung a closed sign on the door. Carlos had already clocked out and gone home, leaving her alone in the clinic.
Alone, Sally made her way into the treatment room and began organizing the medical instruments.
The main door was left ajar, and she could clearly hear footsteps approaching from outside.
At the sound, Sally turned her head and immediately spotted Brad walking in.
Brad thrust the door open, his face stormy as he fixed his gaze on her, his eyes burning with an inscrutable mix of emotions she couldn't quite read.
Sally frowned, eyeing him warily. "What are you doing here? Here to deliver the divorce papers?"
"The divorce papers aren't ready yet. I'll have someone deliver them to you another day." Brad paused right behind her, his burning gaze fixed intently on her.
Sally shot him a glare, then turned back to organizing the medical instruments. "Is it really that hard to just give me Windmere Estates?"
Without responding, Brad abruptly reached out and touched the back of her blouse.
Sally had already taken off her white coat and was wearing a black professional dress.
The moment Brad's fingertips brushed the skin at the small of her back, Sally instinctively whirled around to face him directly. Her eyes flashed with wariness as she demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"
Brad instinctively dropped his gaze, his eyes lingering on her features, then abruptly fell silent.
Brad could read the wariness and confusion in her eyes with perfect clarity. Those eyes were so unyielding—even after nearly being beaten to death, she never said a word to him.
Brad rested his hand on the treatment bed behind her, lowering his voice. "I had someone look into what happened in prison. You suffered so much in there. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just keep it all bottled up?"
At his words, Sally couldn't help but frown slightly. Sally mused, 'He just wants to see the scar on my back, doesn't he?'
There was indeed a rather large burn scar on her back. To this day, only Jaxon had ever seen it.
"I need to see with my own eyes. Show me." Brad placed his hand firmly on her waist, attempting to turn her around.
But Sally refused to cooperate, pressing her hands against Brad's chest and struggling fiercely. "Are you out of your mind? Let go of me," she snapped.
Brad's hand still gripped her waist tightly. "Just one look, then I'll go. Be good."
As those words reached her ears, Sally found them bitterly ironic.
'So he's stooping to this coaxing tone just to confirm my humiliating past?' Sally thought bitterly. 'Even during our happiest days as a couple, he never showed me this much tenderness.'
"So what if you see it? Are you going to storm into prison and beat up everyone who ever bullied me, Mr. Zale?" She let out a bitter scoff. "Besides, isn't all of this thanks to you? Shouldn't you and Nick be the real culprits here?"
At her words, Brad's hand on her waist faltered slightly. "None of this would've happened if you hadn't screwed up.
"Would Nick and I have testified for Lena otherwise? Let's be real. This whole mess is because of your twisted mind."
"Get out," Sally snarled, refusing to engage with him any longer.
But Brad had no intention of letting go, his grip unrelenting. "Is it really so damn hard to just let me see? We haven't even signed the divorce papers yet. We're still legally married. I'm already cutting you slack by not demanding my marital rights."
"Crazy man," Sally muttered under her breath, then shoved him away without a second thought.
But Brad closed the distance again, forcibly spun her around, and pinned her down onto the treatment bed.
Just as Brad was about to unbutton her dress again to check the scar on her back, an enraged voice suddenly roared from behind him. "Brad, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
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