Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 179: Chapter 179
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"Lena called me out of the blue today," Abigail said with a serious expression. "She asked me to have you restore an antique vase for her."
Sally's hand holding the fork froze momentarily. "Did she figure out who you are?"
Abigail furrowed her brow, curiosity in her voice. "I think Lena might have figured it out. She kept pressing me about your identity, but I didn't tell her. So for now, she still doesn't know that Hazel is you.
"It's an antique vase worth 10 million dollars, originally from Brad. She's offering 260 thousand dollars. Are you interested?" said Abigail.
'Brad's possession. An antique worth 10 million dollars?' Sally wondered. The moment those words reached her ears, the image of that vase instantly flashed through Sally's mind.
'If I'm not mistaken,' Sally thought, 'that shattered antique vase was Mr. Zale's coming-of-age gift to Brad, one of Mr. Zale's most treasured possessions. If Mr. Zale ever found out his antique was broken, it would absolutely break his heart.
'After all, taking this job would ultimately be about mending an old man's broken heart.'
"It's shattered beyond repair. Apparently, she had already tried six restoration shops, and every one said it's hopeless." Noticing Sally's silence, Abigail continued, "So, what do you think? Will you take the job?"
Sally snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Abigail across from her.
After a brief pause, Sally curled her lips into a frosty smile. "It's okay. No matter how broken it is, I can fix it. But tell her this. Unless she transfers one million dollars, I'm not taking the job. Take it or leave it."
Abigail let out a hoarse chuckle and gave Sally a thumbs-up. "Great, Sally. That's so you."
"Is that too much?" Sally sneered coldly. "I think it's fair. She got me locked up for three years, stole my husband and my son, and even tried to claim my wedding gifts. So what's wrong with fleecing her for one million dollars?"
"Honestly, 260 thousand dollars is a pretty fair market rate," Abigail said, grinning from ear to ear. "But since it's Lena and she's the one who fell right into our hands, even asking for 1.5 million dollars wouldn't be too much."
Sally shot her a sly grin. "You're even tougher than I am, huh?"
Abigail's grin widened. "But I'll go with your plan—one million dollars, take it or leave it. That thing's shattered beyond repair. Not just in Westmere, but anywhere else—good luck finding someone who can actually restore it."
"Sounds like a tough one, then?" Sally said.
Abigail said, "I've seen the photos. This should be a piece of cake for you."
"Alright then," Sally grinned. "Go ahead and tell her that."
Abigail immediately pulled out her phone and called Lena.
When Lena heard the price was one million dollars, she nearly lost it. "Who the hell is this so-called master friend of yours? Charging an arm and a leg just to fix a vase—one million dollars? That's daylight robbery."
"You know we're talking about a master, right? You think just anyone gets called that? And look at your busted antique. It's shattered to pieces. Forget Westmere, even in any other city, you won't find anyone who can actually fix it," said Abigail.
"Don't you dare lie to me." Lena's voice was tinged with annoyance.
"It's a flat fee of one million dollars," Abigail said with feigned annoyance. "Take it or leave it."
Lena gritted her teeth. "Fine. I'll get it fixed."
"Just have someone deliver the stuff to my studio tomorrow—" Abigail said.
Before Abigail could finish, Lena abruptly cut her off, "Abigail, this master you're talking about—don't tell me it's Sally?"
The moment Lena spoke, Sally's hand, still holding her fork, froze in midair. She snapped her gaze up at Abigail.
Abigail didn't miss a beat. "Whether it is or isn't, that's none of your business. Just wire the money to my account on time, and I'll handle everything for you."
"Then again," Lena scoffed, "Sally is so dumb. She barely knows a thing about medicine. How could she possibly restore crystalware? And at a master level, no less—"
"Seriously? You're badmouthing my best friend right to my face? Aren't you afraid I might just change my mind and not restore it for you?" Abigail's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes flashing with displeasure.
Lena abruptly changed the subject. "Alright, enough of that. I'll have someone wire you the money tomorrow. Just handle it for me."
Before Abigail could respond, Lena hung up abruptly.
Abigail glared at her phone, fuming after Lena hung up on her. She shook her fist at the phone, cursing, "You bitch. With that filthy mouth of yours—one of these days, I'll slap the shit out of you."
Sally chuckled, "Thanks for hooking me up with this fat paycheck."
"Would I even look her way if it weren't for the money? You can have issues with anyone, but never with money," said Abigail.
Sally couldn't help grinning, the corners of her mouth curling up more and more as she stayed silent.
The next afternoon, Sally received the antique vase sent over by Abigail's people. Upon opening it, she confirmed it was indeed that priceless heirloom.
If it were just some ordinary broken item, Sally wouldn't have lifted a finger to help Lena. But since it was something connected to Howard, Sally simply couldn't turn a blind eye.
That evening, after getting home, Sally had planned to restore the antique after dinner. However, she unexpectedly found Lillian crouched in the corner of the balcony, looking utterly dejected.
Concerned, Sally hurried over. As she approached, Sally immediately crouched down, only to find, to her surprise, Lillian in tears.
"Lillian, what's wrong? Why are you out here crying all alone?" Sally instinctively reached out, gently helping the child to her feet and guiding her to sit on the balcony chair.
"Sally," Lillian whispered, her voice trembling.
"Sally," Lillian whispered, her voice quivering with hurt, sounding even more upset.
Sally quickly reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Lillian's cheeks. "Lillian, what happened? Did something at school upset you? Was it Nick bullying you again?"
At Sally's question, Lillian suddenly burst into loud sobs.
Seeing Lillian crying so bitterly, Sally immediately assumed it must have been Nick picking on her again. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I will go talk to him right now."
Before Sally could finish, Lillian choked out, "Sally, kids at school are spreading rumors about me. They even dragged you into it. I'm just so upset. That's why I'm crying."
Sally froze for a moment. "Rumors? What are they saying?"
Lillian sobbed, "They call me an unwanted orphan, ditched by my parents, given life but never loved. They also said you've been to prison, claiming that I'm bound to grow up to be a bad guy too."
At those words, shock flashed across Sally's eyes. 'Most of the kids at this elite school are supposed to be geniuses,' she thought, 'but their insults are downright savage.'
Sally furrowed her brows and looked at Lillian. "Lillian, who started these rumors in the first place?"
Sally's hand holding the fork froze momentarily. "Did she figure out who you are?"
Abigail furrowed her brow, curiosity in her voice. "I think Lena might have figured it out. She kept pressing me about your identity, but I didn't tell her. So for now, she still doesn't know that Hazel is you.
"It's an antique vase worth 10 million dollars, originally from Brad. She's offering 260 thousand dollars. Are you interested?" said Abigail.
'Brad's possession. An antique worth 10 million dollars?' Sally wondered. The moment those words reached her ears, the image of that vase instantly flashed through Sally's mind.
'If I'm not mistaken,' Sally thought, 'that shattered antique vase was Mr. Zale's coming-of-age gift to Brad, one of Mr. Zale's most treasured possessions. If Mr. Zale ever found out his antique was broken, it would absolutely break his heart.
'After all, taking this job would ultimately be about mending an old man's broken heart.'
"It's shattered beyond repair. Apparently, she had already tried six restoration shops, and every one said it's hopeless." Noticing Sally's silence, Abigail continued, "So, what do you think? Will you take the job?"
Sally snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Abigail across from her.
After a brief pause, Sally curled her lips into a frosty smile. "It's okay. No matter how broken it is, I can fix it. But tell her this. Unless she transfers one million dollars, I'm not taking the job. Take it or leave it."
Abigail let out a hoarse chuckle and gave Sally a thumbs-up. "Great, Sally. That's so you."
"Is that too much?" Sally sneered coldly. "I think it's fair. She got me locked up for three years, stole my husband and my son, and even tried to claim my wedding gifts. So what's wrong with fleecing her for one million dollars?"
"Honestly, 260 thousand dollars is a pretty fair market rate," Abigail said, grinning from ear to ear. "But since it's Lena and she's the one who fell right into our hands, even asking for 1.5 million dollars wouldn't be too much."
Sally shot her a sly grin. "You're even tougher than I am, huh?"
Abigail's grin widened. "But I'll go with your plan—one million dollars, take it or leave it. That thing's shattered beyond repair. Not just in Westmere, but anywhere else—good luck finding someone who can actually restore it."
"Sounds like a tough one, then?" Sally said.
Abigail said, "I've seen the photos. This should be a piece of cake for you."
"Alright then," Sally grinned. "Go ahead and tell her that."
Abigail immediately pulled out her phone and called Lena.
When Lena heard the price was one million dollars, she nearly lost it. "Who the hell is this so-called master friend of yours? Charging an arm and a leg just to fix a vase—one million dollars? That's daylight robbery."
"You know we're talking about a master, right? You think just anyone gets called that? And look at your busted antique. It's shattered to pieces. Forget Westmere, even in any other city, you won't find anyone who can actually fix it," said Abigail.
"Don't you dare lie to me." Lena's voice was tinged with annoyance.
"It's a flat fee of one million dollars," Abigail said with feigned annoyance. "Take it or leave it."
Lena gritted her teeth. "Fine. I'll get it fixed."
"Just have someone deliver the stuff to my studio tomorrow—" Abigail said.
Before Abigail could finish, Lena abruptly cut her off, "Abigail, this master you're talking about—don't tell me it's Sally?"
The moment Lena spoke, Sally's hand, still holding her fork, froze in midair. She snapped her gaze up at Abigail.
Abigail didn't miss a beat. "Whether it is or isn't, that's none of your business. Just wire the money to my account on time, and I'll handle everything for you."
"Then again," Lena scoffed, "Sally is so dumb. She barely knows a thing about medicine. How could she possibly restore crystalware? And at a master level, no less—"
"Seriously? You're badmouthing my best friend right to my face? Aren't you afraid I might just change my mind and not restore it for you?" Abigail's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes flashing with displeasure.
Lena abruptly changed the subject. "Alright, enough of that. I'll have someone wire you the money tomorrow. Just handle it for me."
Before Abigail could respond, Lena hung up abruptly.
Abigail glared at her phone, fuming after Lena hung up on her. She shook her fist at the phone, cursing, "You bitch. With that filthy mouth of yours—one of these days, I'll slap the shit out of you."
Sally chuckled, "Thanks for hooking me up with this fat paycheck."
"Would I even look her way if it weren't for the money? You can have issues with anyone, but never with money," said Abigail.
Sally couldn't help grinning, the corners of her mouth curling up more and more as she stayed silent.
The next afternoon, Sally received the antique vase sent over by Abigail's people. Upon opening it, she confirmed it was indeed that priceless heirloom.
If it were just some ordinary broken item, Sally wouldn't have lifted a finger to help Lena. But since it was something connected to Howard, Sally simply couldn't turn a blind eye.
That evening, after getting home, Sally had planned to restore the antique after dinner. However, she unexpectedly found Lillian crouched in the corner of the balcony, looking utterly dejected.
Concerned, Sally hurried over. As she approached, Sally immediately crouched down, only to find, to her surprise, Lillian in tears.
"Lillian, what's wrong? Why are you out here crying all alone?" Sally instinctively reached out, gently helping the child to her feet and guiding her to sit on the balcony chair.
"Sally," Lillian whispered, her voice trembling.
"Sally," Lillian whispered, her voice quivering with hurt, sounding even more upset.
Sally quickly reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Lillian's cheeks. "Lillian, what happened? Did something at school upset you? Was it Nick bullying you again?"
At Sally's question, Lillian suddenly burst into loud sobs.
Seeing Lillian crying so bitterly, Sally immediately assumed it must have been Nick picking on her again. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I will go talk to him right now."
Before Sally could finish, Lillian choked out, "Sally, kids at school are spreading rumors about me. They even dragged you into it. I'm just so upset. That's why I'm crying."
Sally froze for a moment. "Rumors? What are they saying?"
Lillian sobbed, "They call me an unwanted orphan, ditched by my parents, given life but never loved. They also said you've been to prison, claiming that I'm bound to grow up to be a bad guy too."
At those words, shock flashed across Sally's eyes. 'Most of the kids at this elite school are supposed to be geniuses,' she thought, 'but their insults are downright savage.'
Sally furrowed her brows and looked at Lillian. "Lillian, who started these rumors in the first place?"
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