Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 61: Chapter 61
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Sally looked up, her eyes meeting Jaxon's.
She nodded without hesitation. "Yes," she said bluntly. Her reply was concise, no beating around the bush.
Lena's gaze fell on the two of them, a slight smirk playing on her lips. 'Jaxon is known for his integrity; he'll definitely stand up for me,' she thought.
Just as she was waiting for Jaxon to scold Sally, he suddenly turned to face her. Lena's smile hadn't even faded when she met his icy glare.
The smile froze on her lips. "Mr. Zale, Brad, you see? She admitted it herself. You have to do something about this, right? I'm a guest of the Zale family, after all... "
"Did Miss Yasmin say something she shouldn't have to provoke Sally?" Jaxon's voice was deep. "Otherwise, why would Sally hit you?"
At his words, Sally instinctively glanced in Jaxon's direction. A hint of surprise, mixed with a subtle softness, flickered in her eyes.
Brad, standing nearby, caught that look. His expression darkened instantly.
"No matter what, you can't just hit people, can you?" he snapped.
"If you know you shouldn't hit people, then why did you raise your hand just now?" Jaxon shot back, not giving Brad any face, blatantly siding with Sally.
Just as Brad was about to say more, Lauren's voice came from behind them, "Dinner's ready."
Jaxon glanced at Brad and Lena, then fixed his gaze on Sally, took her arm, and led her inside.
Lauren, seeing this, paused. Her eyes were glued to their linked arms, her brow furrowing slightly.
When she looked back at Brad, his eyes were filled with a cold fury.
During dinner, Brad's father, Arthur Zale, also returned and sat opposite Brad and Sally, making small talk and asking how they were.
When it came to how they were actually doing, no one said a word.
Arthur had been managing overseas projects for the past few years. He'd heard his son and daughter-in-law were having trouble and talking divorce, but he hadn't expected things to be this tense.
His gaze drifted, intentionally or not, to Lena, who was sitting next to Nick. At first glance, with Brad and Lena flanking the child, Sally looked like the outsider.
"Here, eat up... " As the atmosphere grew awkward, Brad served food to both Lena and Nick, pointedly skipping Sally.
The favoritism was blatant.
Sally's eyes fell on the food in Lena's and Nick's bowls, her expression darkening.
'This man certainly knows how to humiliate me,' she thought. 'Parading this woman around is one thing, but embarrassing me in front of the Zales is another.'
Just then, Jaxon, sitting opposite Sally, suddenly picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs on her plate. "This is your favorite."
At his words, everyone's attention immediately shifted to Jaxon and Sally. Lauren and Arthur could only stare, shocked.
Sally, feeling everyone's eyes on her, instinctively lowered her gaze to the pork rib in her bowl, suddenly unsure what to do.
She even suspected Jaxon had done it on purpose – deliberately to embarrass Brad, to slap him in the face for her.
The man opposite her, a slight smile on his lips, ignored the stunned looks from everyone else, picked up his wine glass, and took a small sip. The amusement in his expression lingered.
"Brad, look at you! You don't take care of your own wife, and you make your uncle step in... " Howard pointed at Brad, his tone heavy with reproach. "You, honestly!"
Scolded by Howard, Brad's brow furrowed in annoyance.
Sally, sensing the growing tension, tried to smooth things over. "Thank you, Uncle Jaxon. Thank you, Grandpa. You don't need to worry about me, I can manage myself."
Uncle Jaxon.
When the word reached his ears, the hand of the man opposite her, holding the wine glass, paused ever so slightly.
This was the first time Sally had ever called him 'Uncle Jaxon' in front of everyone. It was also the first time he'd heard her call him that.
For some reason... he felt extremely displeased.
As dinner wound down, the men had shared a few bottles of wine. Brad and Jaxon were both a bit drunk, making it impossible for them to leave the Zale estate. Consequently, Lena and Nick had to stay the night too.
Sally was about to call for a ride when Howard suddenly stopped her. "Sally, Brad's drunk tonight. Why don't you stay and look after him?"
"But, Grandpa... " Sally tried to find an excuse. "Lillian is staying with me, I need to get back and take care of her."
Before Howard could reply, Nick piped up, "Doesn't your friend live at your place? Can't she look after that little girl?"
At his words, everyone looked at Sally.
Sally looked at her son. 'Nick is just like his father,' she thought, 'always knowing exactly how to hit where it hurts. Right for the jugular.'
Things having come to this, if she refused again, she'd look like an uncooperative 'wife'.
Concerned for Howard's health, she decided to swallow her pride and hold off on bringing up the divorce with Brad for now.
"Mom, just take Dad upstairs to rest! I'll sleep in the guest room with Aunt Lena tonight... " Nick instinctively leaned closer to Lena, a bright smile on his face.
Sally glanced at them, her eyes turning cold. 'Closer to a stranger than to his own mother. How ridiculous!' she fumed internally.
"Sally, help Brad upstairs. He's really drunk," Howard urged her again.
Sally felt helpless. As much as she resisted the idea, she couldn't refuse Howard in front of everyone. She nodded slightly, went to Brad's side, and helped him up from the sofa.
Brad was clearly very drunk, swaying unsteadily as he got up.
Jaxon, sitting on the opposite sofa, watched their retreating backs, a deep displeasure in his eyes.
Lena watched them with a similar intensity.
"Lena, it's almost nine. Let's go upstairs and get ready for bed too!" Nick tugged Lena's hand, ready to head upstairs.
"Okay." Lena reached out and gently stroked Nick's head, her eyes full of affection.
After everyone else had left, Jaxon slowly got up from the sofa and walked towards the stairs.
His gaze remained fixed on the closed door of the room on the second floor.
As he got closer, he faintly heard a sound from inside- "Brad, you bastard!"
She nodded without hesitation. "Yes," she said bluntly. Her reply was concise, no beating around the bush.
Lena's gaze fell on the two of them, a slight smirk playing on her lips. 'Jaxon is known for his integrity; he'll definitely stand up for me,' she thought.
Just as she was waiting for Jaxon to scold Sally, he suddenly turned to face her. Lena's smile hadn't even faded when she met his icy glare.
The smile froze on her lips. "Mr. Zale, Brad, you see? She admitted it herself. You have to do something about this, right? I'm a guest of the Zale family, after all... "
"Did Miss Yasmin say something she shouldn't have to provoke Sally?" Jaxon's voice was deep. "Otherwise, why would Sally hit you?"
At his words, Sally instinctively glanced in Jaxon's direction. A hint of surprise, mixed with a subtle softness, flickered in her eyes.
Brad, standing nearby, caught that look. His expression darkened instantly.
"No matter what, you can't just hit people, can you?" he snapped.
"If you know you shouldn't hit people, then why did you raise your hand just now?" Jaxon shot back, not giving Brad any face, blatantly siding with Sally.
Just as Brad was about to say more, Lauren's voice came from behind them, "Dinner's ready."
Jaxon glanced at Brad and Lena, then fixed his gaze on Sally, took her arm, and led her inside.
Lauren, seeing this, paused. Her eyes were glued to their linked arms, her brow furrowing slightly.
When she looked back at Brad, his eyes were filled with a cold fury.
During dinner, Brad's father, Arthur Zale, also returned and sat opposite Brad and Sally, making small talk and asking how they were.
When it came to how they were actually doing, no one said a word.
Arthur had been managing overseas projects for the past few years. He'd heard his son and daughter-in-law were having trouble and talking divorce, but he hadn't expected things to be this tense.
His gaze drifted, intentionally or not, to Lena, who was sitting next to Nick. At first glance, with Brad and Lena flanking the child, Sally looked like the outsider.
"Here, eat up... " As the atmosphere grew awkward, Brad served food to both Lena and Nick, pointedly skipping Sally.
The favoritism was blatant.
Sally's eyes fell on the food in Lena's and Nick's bowls, her expression darkening.
'This man certainly knows how to humiliate me,' she thought. 'Parading this woman around is one thing, but embarrassing me in front of the Zales is another.'
Just then, Jaxon, sitting opposite Sally, suddenly picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs on her plate. "This is your favorite."
At his words, everyone's attention immediately shifted to Jaxon and Sally. Lauren and Arthur could only stare, shocked.
Sally, feeling everyone's eyes on her, instinctively lowered her gaze to the pork rib in her bowl, suddenly unsure what to do.
She even suspected Jaxon had done it on purpose – deliberately to embarrass Brad, to slap him in the face for her.
The man opposite her, a slight smile on his lips, ignored the stunned looks from everyone else, picked up his wine glass, and took a small sip. The amusement in his expression lingered.
"Brad, look at you! You don't take care of your own wife, and you make your uncle step in... " Howard pointed at Brad, his tone heavy with reproach. "You, honestly!"
Scolded by Howard, Brad's brow furrowed in annoyance.
Sally, sensing the growing tension, tried to smooth things over. "Thank you, Uncle Jaxon. Thank you, Grandpa. You don't need to worry about me, I can manage myself."
Uncle Jaxon.
When the word reached his ears, the hand of the man opposite her, holding the wine glass, paused ever so slightly.
This was the first time Sally had ever called him 'Uncle Jaxon' in front of everyone. It was also the first time he'd heard her call him that.
For some reason... he felt extremely displeased.
As dinner wound down, the men had shared a few bottles of wine. Brad and Jaxon were both a bit drunk, making it impossible for them to leave the Zale estate. Consequently, Lena and Nick had to stay the night too.
Sally was about to call for a ride when Howard suddenly stopped her. "Sally, Brad's drunk tonight. Why don't you stay and look after him?"
"But, Grandpa... " Sally tried to find an excuse. "Lillian is staying with me, I need to get back and take care of her."
Before Howard could reply, Nick piped up, "Doesn't your friend live at your place? Can't she look after that little girl?"
At his words, everyone looked at Sally.
Sally looked at her son. 'Nick is just like his father,' she thought, 'always knowing exactly how to hit where it hurts. Right for the jugular.'
Things having come to this, if she refused again, she'd look like an uncooperative 'wife'.
Concerned for Howard's health, she decided to swallow her pride and hold off on bringing up the divorce with Brad for now.
"Mom, just take Dad upstairs to rest! I'll sleep in the guest room with Aunt Lena tonight... " Nick instinctively leaned closer to Lena, a bright smile on his face.
Sally glanced at them, her eyes turning cold. 'Closer to a stranger than to his own mother. How ridiculous!' she fumed internally.
"Sally, help Brad upstairs. He's really drunk," Howard urged her again.
Sally felt helpless. As much as she resisted the idea, she couldn't refuse Howard in front of everyone. She nodded slightly, went to Brad's side, and helped him up from the sofa.
Brad was clearly very drunk, swaying unsteadily as he got up.
Jaxon, sitting on the opposite sofa, watched their retreating backs, a deep displeasure in his eyes.
Lena watched them with a similar intensity.
"Lena, it's almost nine. Let's go upstairs and get ready for bed too!" Nick tugged Lena's hand, ready to head upstairs.
"Okay." Lena reached out and gently stroked Nick's head, her eyes full of affection.
After everyone else had left, Jaxon slowly got up from the sofa and walked towards the stairs.
His gaze remained fixed on the closed door of the room on the second floor.
As he got closer, he faintly heard a sound from inside- "Brad, you bastard!"
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