Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 82: Chapter 82
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Just then, a familiar voice hit Sally's ear. Sally turned at the sound and saw Carlos standing behind her. He eyed the car parked at the entrance with curiosity, then glanced back at her.
"Something like that," Sally replied casually.
"Wow, Mr. Zale is something else. He treats you even better than a husband would. Anyone who didn't know you two would totally think he's your husband."
"Don't talk nonsense," Sally snapped, glaring at him.
"I'm just being honest." Carlos chuckled, scratching his head. "Mr. Zale really is way better than that jerk, you know."
Sally ignored him and headed straight for the examination table.
As dusk fell, Sally received a call from Brad. He sounded anxious—reporting that Nick had a high fever that hadn't gone down after two days of medication—and asked her to come over and check on him.
After all, Nick was her own flesh and blood. She just couldn't bear to stand by and do nothing.
It started pouring that evening—hard. Definitely not the kind of weather to wait around for a ride. So Sally had no choice but to drive that Porsche straight to the Orchard Villa.
When she got there, she purposely parked the car out front. She didn't want Brad overthinking it. What she didn't know was that Brad had already spotted her from the second floor, saw her getting out from the driver's seat.
Sally was holding a black umbrella and carrying a medical kit, walking straight into the rain. Once she stepped inside, she shook off the umbrella and headed right for the stairs. Brad was already coming down the spiral staircase.
He looked down at her, his brows pulled in tight. "That car—your lover gave it to you?"
Sally's steps paused for just a moment. She hadn't expected him to catch that. "You're reading way too much into it."
Brad didn't miss Sally's subtle reaction. Though she firmly denied it, that brief hesitation in her steps only deepened his suspicions.
As Sally walked up the stairs and passed by him, Brad's face darkened ominously. He reached out and seized her wrist—the one gripping the medical kit. "Clearly, the one million dollars I gave you all went into your clinic.
"With the way it looks now, that must've cost at least eight hundred grand. And that car? Worth around five hundred grand. No way anyone but your affair partner paid for that.
'Five hundred grand?' Sally thought. She really didn't know much about cars—she figured it cost maybe three hundred grand tops. Jaxon had only charged her fifty grand. And even that fifty? She hadn't even transferred it yet.
"Think whatever you want. I'm going to check on Nick now."
"Well, looks like your new man is loaded—splashes out more than I ever did. No wonder you're so desperate to get this divorce over with." Just as Sally had taken only steps away, Brad's voice rang out from behind her.
Sally paused but never turned around, instead continuing toward Nick's room. Brad was going to dig into it sooner or later. He'd figure it out. There was no point arguing about it now.
Seeing that Sally ignored him, Brad's face darkened even further.
The heavy rain outside kept hammering down. Sally set the medical kit by the bed and started checking on Nick. Brad stood by the door, staring at her back in total silence. Nick was still asleep, his face pale and worn out.
"How is he?" Brad walked over, his voice low and heavy as he looked down at her.
"It's a seasonal fever, probably triggered by the sudden change in weather these past few days," Sally said as she gently tucked Nick's hand back under the blanket.
"I happen to have brought some herbal medicine, but only enough for one dose. I'll brew it for him tonight, and tomorrow I'll have Carlos deliver more." Sally retrieved the herbal medicine from her kit and passed it to Brad.
Brad frowned at her. "Why give this to me?"
Sally's face turned cold. "Don't ask stupid questions. Take it downstairs and have the housekeeper brew the medicine."
"The housekeeper can't brew these herbs, and neither can I," Brad said, pushing the medicine back at her.
"You do it yourself. With this downpour, you're not going anywhere tonight anyway. Might as well stay here—after all, he's your son. Taking care of him is your responsibility."
Sally's hand paused. She really wanted to argue back, but she had to admit—he did have a point. There was simply no reason for her to refuse.
Sally walked into the kitchen with the herbal medicine, sent the housekeeper away, and started making the brew herself. Halfway through, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
She glanced back and saw Brad standing there, right in the doorway. Then she looked away, refocusing on the stovetop.
"Are you really not going to explain this to me?" Brad demanded, his voice low and tense.
Sally finally turned to look at him, her gaze cold. "Explain what?"
Brad stepped closer fast, a chill practically rolling off him. "That man. Who is he, really?"
Sally remained expressionless. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Veins bulged at Brad's temples as he snapped, "So you slept with this guy a few days ago, and now he's already buying you a car? You're quite the operator. Stop playing dumb—who the hell is he?"
"If you're that curious, go investigate yourself." Sally's voice dripped with ice. "Don't waste my time—I need to brew medicine for Nick."
Brad suddenly grabbed her and shoved her back hard against the kitchen door. One hand pressed at her throat, the other pinned her wrist above her head. The spoon in her hand clattered to the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Her eyes blazing with fury, Sally glared up at Brad.
Right then, a crack of thunder tore across the sky, loud enough to shake the whole house.
"We're still married, and you've got the nerve to go messing around behind my back? I've been digging, trying to find out who it is. So far, nothing. Which just makes it clear—you're with someone powerful."
"You need help. Don't throw accusations around when you've got nothing."
"Then tell me," he said, grabbing her jaw. "What is the truth? Because what I see is pretty damn clear—looks like you're sleeping with someone else."
"Oh, and what about you and Lena?" Her voice rose. "You think I don't know how far things went between you two? I've got one thing to ask—sign the divorce papers. Now.
"That way you and your lover can be together, right?"
"No." Sally suddenly let out a cold, cutting laugh. "I'm doing it so you two can be together." Her voice had dropped to a chill.
Brad's eyes widened, and his voice went sharp. "Don't change the subject. We're talking about your affair right now!"
"Let go of me." Sally demanded, her chest heaving with anger.
Brad's face turned thunderously dark. "Out with it. Who the hell is the guy who gave you that car?"
Right then, Jaxon's deep voice cut through the tense standoff. "It was me."
"Something like that," Sally replied casually.
"Wow, Mr. Zale is something else. He treats you even better than a husband would. Anyone who didn't know you two would totally think he's your husband."
"Don't talk nonsense," Sally snapped, glaring at him.
"I'm just being honest." Carlos chuckled, scratching his head. "Mr. Zale really is way better than that jerk, you know."
Sally ignored him and headed straight for the examination table.
As dusk fell, Sally received a call from Brad. He sounded anxious—reporting that Nick had a high fever that hadn't gone down after two days of medication—and asked her to come over and check on him.
After all, Nick was her own flesh and blood. She just couldn't bear to stand by and do nothing.
It started pouring that evening—hard. Definitely not the kind of weather to wait around for a ride. So Sally had no choice but to drive that Porsche straight to the Orchard Villa.
When she got there, she purposely parked the car out front. She didn't want Brad overthinking it. What she didn't know was that Brad had already spotted her from the second floor, saw her getting out from the driver's seat.
Sally was holding a black umbrella and carrying a medical kit, walking straight into the rain. Once she stepped inside, she shook off the umbrella and headed right for the stairs. Brad was already coming down the spiral staircase.
He looked down at her, his brows pulled in tight. "That car—your lover gave it to you?"
Sally's steps paused for just a moment. She hadn't expected him to catch that. "You're reading way too much into it."
Brad didn't miss Sally's subtle reaction. Though she firmly denied it, that brief hesitation in her steps only deepened his suspicions.
As Sally walked up the stairs and passed by him, Brad's face darkened ominously. He reached out and seized her wrist—the one gripping the medical kit. "Clearly, the one million dollars I gave you all went into your clinic.
"With the way it looks now, that must've cost at least eight hundred grand. And that car? Worth around five hundred grand. No way anyone but your affair partner paid for that.
'Five hundred grand?' Sally thought. She really didn't know much about cars—she figured it cost maybe three hundred grand tops. Jaxon had only charged her fifty grand. And even that fifty? She hadn't even transferred it yet.
"Think whatever you want. I'm going to check on Nick now."
"Well, looks like your new man is loaded—splashes out more than I ever did. No wonder you're so desperate to get this divorce over with." Just as Sally had taken only steps away, Brad's voice rang out from behind her.
Sally paused but never turned around, instead continuing toward Nick's room. Brad was going to dig into it sooner or later. He'd figure it out. There was no point arguing about it now.
Seeing that Sally ignored him, Brad's face darkened even further.
The heavy rain outside kept hammering down. Sally set the medical kit by the bed and started checking on Nick. Brad stood by the door, staring at her back in total silence. Nick was still asleep, his face pale and worn out.
"How is he?" Brad walked over, his voice low and heavy as he looked down at her.
"It's a seasonal fever, probably triggered by the sudden change in weather these past few days," Sally said as she gently tucked Nick's hand back under the blanket.
"I happen to have brought some herbal medicine, but only enough for one dose. I'll brew it for him tonight, and tomorrow I'll have Carlos deliver more." Sally retrieved the herbal medicine from her kit and passed it to Brad.
Brad frowned at her. "Why give this to me?"
Sally's face turned cold. "Don't ask stupid questions. Take it downstairs and have the housekeeper brew the medicine."
"The housekeeper can't brew these herbs, and neither can I," Brad said, pushing the medicine back at her.
"You do it yourself. With this downpour, you're not going anywhere tonight anyway. Might as well stay here—after all, he's your son. Taking care of him is your responsibility."
Sally's hand paused. She really wanted to argue back, but she had to admit—he did have a point. There was simply no reason for her to refuse.
Sally walked into the kitchen with the herbal medicine, sent the housekeeper away, and started making the brew herself. Halfway through, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
She glanced back and saw Brad standing there, right in the doorway. Then she looked away, refocusing on the stovetop.
"Are you really not going to explain this to me?" Brad demanded, his voice low and tense.
Sally finally turned to look at him, her gaze cold. "Explain what?"
Brad stepped closer fast, a chill practically rolling off him. "That man. Who is he, really?"
Sally remained expressionless. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Veins bulged at Brad's temples as he snapped, "So you slept with this guy a few days ago, and now he's already buying you a car? You're quite the operator. Stop playing dumb—who the hell is he?"
"If you're that curious, go investigate yourself." Sally's voice dripped with ice. "Don't waste my time—I need to brew medicine for Nick."
Brad suddenly grabbed her and shoved her back hard against the kitchen door. One hand pressed at her throat, the other pinned her wrist above her head. The spoon in her hand clattered to the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Her eyes blazing with fury, Sally glared up at Brad.
Right then, a crack of thunder tore across the sky, loud enough to shake the whole house.
"We're still married, and you've got the nerve to go messing around behind my back? I've been digging, trying to find out who it is. So far, nothing. Which just makes it clear—you're with someone powerful."
"You need help. Don't throw accusations around when you've got nothing."
"Then tell me," he said, grabbing her jaw. "What is the truth? Because what I see is pretty damn clear—looks like you're sleeping with someone else."
"Oh, and what about you and Lena?" Her voice rose. "You think I don't know how far things went between you two? I've got one thing to ask—sign the divorce papers. Now.
"That way you and your lover can be together, right?"
"No." Sally suddenly let out a cold, cutting laugh. "I'm doing it so you two can be together." Her voice had dropped to a chill.
Brad's eyes widened, and his voice went sharp. "Don't change the subject. We're talking about your affair right now!"
"Let go of me." Sally demanded, her chest heaving with anger.
Brad's face turned thunderously dark. "Out with it. Who the hell is the guy who gave you that car?"
Right then, Jaxon's deep voice cut through the tense standoff. "It was me."
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