Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 185: Chapter 185
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As Nick headed back to his classroom, he spotted the two figures standing in the hallway at a glance. There they were—his mother, Sally, and that detestable girl, Lillian.
Right then, in the hallway, Sally walked Lillian to the classroom door, ready to let her go in. But suddenly, the little girl reached out her tiny hands, hugged Sally's leg tightly, and began to sob softly.
Upon seeing this, a wave of unease washed over Sally's heart. She quickly crouched down in front of Lillian, worry etched on her face. "Lillian, what's wrong? Did what happened just now scare you?"
Lillian was forced to let go. She hung her head low, hands dropping limply to her sides, her eyes fixed on the floor, not uttering a single word.
Sally reached out her hand, worry etched on her face, and gently wiped the tears from Lillian's cheeks.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. This won't happen again. And if anyone ever bullies you, be sure to tell me right away, okay—" Sally said softly.
Lillian sniffled, "Sally, I'm not crying because I'm sad or scared. I'm just so touched. Thank you for always standing up for me. You're the nicest person to me besides my mom."
Before Sally could finish, Lillian interrupted her abruptly. Upon hearing the child's tearful voice, Sally's heart skipped a beat. Unbidden, Sienna's face flashed through her mind.
Lillian quickly reached out and wrapped her arms around Sally's neck, burying herself in her warm embrace, unwilling to let go for a long time. That simple gesture instantly snapped Sally out of her thoughts.
Sally placed her warm palm on the child's back, gently stroking it. "Lillian, we're family. Of course, I should take care of you. And you are so sweet, sensible, and well-behaved. No one should ever treat you that way."
"Thank you, Sally," Lillian said. She leaned in and planted a tender kiss on Sally's cheek.
Sally's heart melted with overwhelming warmth.
From his position by the stairs, Nick had taken in every detail of the scene. He'd heard every word they said.
'Mom actually called Lillian family? And I'm an outsider to her?' he wondered. 'She's my mother. How could she and Lillian possibly be family? No matter what, I'm telling Dad about this tonight.'
Nick's resentment simmered inside him, refusing to fade. The redness around his eyes deepened as unshed tears of anger pooled.
Later that evening, at the Orchard Villa, Nick sat on the sofa and recounted everything that had happened that day to his father in exact detail, leaving nothing out.
Brad's brow was deeply furrowed the whole time, the atmosphere around him growing increasingly oppressive.
"You're sure you heard her right?" Brad asked, his voice tense. "She actually said she and that kid are family?"
"Yes, Dad, I heard her clearly. That's exactly what she said." Nick looked his father straight in the eye, his expression unwavering, but his eyes brimmed with hurt.
Brad's gaze turned icy as he stared at the floor, his fingers on his lap involuntarily clenching for a moment.
Nick continued, "Dad, Mom is really getting outrageous. Even though she's divorced from you, she's still my mom. I may not like her, but that's just a fact—nothing can change that.
"Dad, I've suffered so much at school. No matter what, you have to stand up for me."
Nick rushed forward, wrapped his arms around Brad's waist, and buried his face in his father's chest, smearing tears and snot all over Brad's shirt.
"Go have a meal first. Tonight, I'll head over to Windmere Estates and get to the bottom of this." Brad tried to gently pull Nick away, but couldn't help the slight furrow in his brow.
Nick said, "Thanks, Dad. I knew you'd always have my back." But he refused to let go, hugging his father even tighter.
'Before Sally went to prison, Nick used to cling to her the most. Who would've thought things could change so drastically in just a few years,' Brad thought. 'I never realized Sally could be such a troublemaker.
'First, she went after Lena, and now she won't even spare her son. This is absolutely unacceptable, not just for Nick, but for me too. I can't stomach this.'
After dinner, Brad went to his room to change into fresh clothes, grabbed the divorce papers from the table, and drove straight to Windmere Estates.
Half an hour later, at Windmere Estates, Abigail had taken Lillian out for a walk, while Finn was on night duty with a patient and wouldn't be back tonight.
Sally was alone on the third floor, carefully restoring Brad's antique vase. A violent knocking suddenly erupted from downstairs.
Sally immediately set aside the antique vase she was restoring and hurried down. When she opened the front door, she instantly saw the figure standing outside.
Instinctively, her gaze dropped, and she caught sight of the divorce papers clutched in Brad's hand.
"Nathan could have delivered these documents. Why trouble yourself to come in person, Mr. Zale?" Sally's tone dripped with icy detachment, her face a perfect mask of indifference.
Brad ignored her and strode straight into the house. Once in the living room, he slammed the divorce papers onto the coffee table without hesitation.
His voice was icy cold as he ordered, "Read it. Sign if it's fine."
Sally sat down across from him, picked up the divorce agreement from the coffee table, and skimmed through it briefly. This time, the agreement had been drafted exactly to her specifications.
She stood up, grabbed a pen from the table, then leaned over and signed the divorce agreement without a moment's hesitation.
Her signature was swift and decisive, not a trace of reluctance in her movements.
Brad suddenly sneered, "Seems you can't wait to divorce me, huh? Didn't even hesitate for a second."
"Wanting a divorce from you has never been a secret," Sally shot back. "Haven't you always known that?"
Sally walked back to the sofa with measured, deliberate steps and flung the signed divorce papers onto the table in front of Brad.
From this moment on, they were no longer legally married.
"Mr. Zale, I expect you to honor your obligation and come with me to the city hall to get the divorce procedure processed." Sally leaned back in her chair, her expression icy. "If there's nothing else, you may leave now—"
Before Sally could finish, Brad cut her off, "You sign the papers and kick me out right away? You are being too hasty."
"What? Given where we stand, did you really expect to stay for coffee?" Sally's lips curled into a sneer, her voice dripping with frost.
Brad cut straight to the point. "Aren't you going to give me a proper account of what happened at school today?"
Right then, in the hallway, Sally walked Lillian to the classroom door, ready to let her go in. But suddenly, the little girl reached out her tiny hands, hugged Sally's leg tightly, and began to sob softly.
Upon seeing this, a wave of unease washed over Sally's heart. She quickly crouched down in front of Lillian, worry etched on her face. "Lillian, what's wrong? Did what happened just now scare you?"
Lillian was forced to let go. She hung her head low, hands dropping limply to her sides, her eyes fixed on the floor, not uttering a single word.
Sally reached out her hand, worry etched on her face, and gently wiped the tears from Lillian's cheeks.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. This won't happen again. And if anyone ever bullies you, be sure to tell me right away, okay—" Sally said softly.
Lillian sniffled, "Sally, I'm not crying because I'm sad or scared. I'm just so touched. Thank you for always standing up for me. You're the nicest person to me besides my mom."
Before Sally could finish, Lillian interrupted her abruptly. Upon hearing the child's tearful voice, Sally's heart skipped a beat. Unbidden, Sienna's face flashed through her mind.
Lillian quickly reached out and wrapped her arms around Sally's neck, burying herself in her warm embrace, unwilling to let go for a long time. That simple gesture instantly snapped Sally out of her thoughts.
Sally placed her warm palm on the child's back, gently stroking it. "Lillian, we're family. Of course, I should take care of you. And you are so sweet, sensible, and well-behaved. No one should ever treat you that way."
"Thank you, Sally," Lillian said. She leaned in and planted a tender kiss on Sally's cheek.
Sally's heart melted with overwhelming warmth.
From his position by the stairs, Nick had taken in every detail of the scene. He'd heard every word they said.
'Mom actually called Lillian family? And I'm an outsider to her?' he wondered. 'She's my mother. How could she and Lillian possibly be family? No matter what, I'm telling Dad about this tonight.'
Nick's resentment simmered inside him, refusing to fade. The redness around his eyes deepened as unshed tears of anger pooled.
Later that evening, at the Orchard Villa, Nick sat on the sofa and recounted everything that had happened that day to his father in exact detail, leaving nothing out.
Brad's brow was deeply furrowed the whole time, the atmosphere around him growing increasingly oppressive.
"You're sure you heard her right?" Brad asked, his voice tense. "She actually said she and that kid are family?"
"Yes, Dad, I heard her clearly. That's exactly what she said." Nick looked his father straight in the eye, his expression unwavering, but his eyes brimmed with hurt.
Brad's gaze turned icy as he stared at the floor, his fingers on his lap involuntarily clenching for a moment.
Nick continued, "Dad, Mom is really getting outrageous. Even though she's divorced from you, she's still my mom. I may not like her, but that's just a fact—nothing can change that.
"Dad, I've suffered so much at school. No matter what, you have to stand up for me."
Nick rushed forward, wrapped his arms around Brad's waist, and buried his face in his father's chest, smearing tears and snot all over Brad's shirt.
"Go have a meal first. Tonight, I'll head over to Windmere Estates and get to the bottom of this." Brad tried to gently pull Nick away, but couldn't help the slight furrow in his brow.
Nick said, "Thanks, Dad. I knew you'd always have my back." But he refused to let go, hugging his father even tighter.
'Before Sally went to prison, Nick used to cling to her the most. Who would've thought things could change so drastically in just a few years,' Brad thought. 'I never realized Sally could be such a troublemaker.
'First, she went after Lena, and now she won't even spare her son. This is absolutely unacceptable, not just for Nick, but for me too. I can't stomach this.'
After dinner, Brad went to his room to change into fresh clothes, grabbed the divorce papers from the table, and drove straight to Windmere Estates.
Half an hour later, at Windmere Estates, Abigail had taken Lillian out for a walk, while Finn was on night duty with a patient and wouldn't be back tonight.
Sally was alone on the third floor, carefully restoring Brad's antique vase. A violent knocking suddenly erupted from downstairs.
Sally immediately set aside the antique vase she was restoring and hurried down. When she opened the front door, she instantly saw the figure standing outside.
Instinctively, her gaze dropped, and she caught sight of the divorce papers clutched in Brad's hand.
"Nathan could have delivered these documents. Why trouble yourself to come in person, Mr. Zale?" Sally's tone dripped with icy detachment, her face a perfect mask of indifference.
Brad ignored her and strode straight into the house. Once in the living room, he slammed the divorce papers onto the coffee table without hesitation.
His voice was icy cold as he ordered, "Read it. Sign if it's fine."
Sally sat down across from him, picked up the divorce agreement from the coffee table, and skimmed through it briefly. This time, the agreement had been drafted exactly to her specifications.
She stood up, grabbed a pen from the table, then leaned over and signed the divorce agreement without a moment's hesitation.
Her signature was swift and decisive, not a trace of reluctance in her movements.
Brad suddenly sneered, "Seems you can't wait to divorce me, huh? Didn't even hesitate for a second."
"Wanting a divorce from you has never been a secret," Sally shot back. "Haven't you always known that?"
Sally walked back to the sofa with measured, deliberate steps and flung the signed divorce papers onto the table in front of Brad.
From this moment on, they were no longer legally married.
"Mr. Zale, I expect you to honor your obligation and come with me to the city hall to get the divorce procedure processed." Sally leaned back in her chair, her expression icy. "If there's nothing else, you may leave now—"
Before Sally could finish, Brad cut her off, "You sign the papers and kick me out right away? You are being too hasty."
"What? Given where we stand, did you really expect to stay for coffee?" Sally's lips curled into a sneer, her voice dripping with frost.
Brad cut straight to the point. "Aren't you going to give me a proper account of what happened at school today?"
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