Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 87: Chapter 87

At these words, Lena's face darkened with fury. Her grip on the sunglasses tightened, her fingertips turning pale.
Lena's chest heaved with fury. "What the hell do you know? Don't act like you've got me all figured out."
Sally's lips curled into a nonchalant, mocking smile. "Oh, I know exactly how vicious and fake you are, especially when you're around Brad and Nick."
Without a second thought, Lena raised her hand and slapped Sally hard across the face.
"Stop." Suddenly, a deep voice cut through from the reception area.
Sally instinctively tried to block Lena's hand, but she was a split second too late. A loud slap echoed. Lena's hand landed hard across Sally's cheek.
A searing pain shot across Sally's face and pierced straight to her heart, leaving her both physically and emotionally wounded.
As Sally glanced back again, Carlos was already in front of her, shielding her with a grave expression as he faced Lena. "If you have something to say, say it properly. There's no need to resort to violence."
"I was speaking to her properly," Lena said, raising her hand and examining it with icy detachment. "But she just couldn't stop shooting her mouth off. Seems my hand wasn't behaving today, so it just had to teach her a lesson. My sincerest apologies."
In the next instant, Sally shoved Carlos aside and strode forward. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped Lena hard across the face. "This is payback for your baseless accusations."
The sharp sound of another slap rang out as Sally struck Lena's other cheek with equal force. "And this one," Sally stated bluntly, "is just because you deserve it."
Lena's face twisted in disbelief. "Sally, have you lost your damn mind? I slapped you once, and you dared to hit me back twice?"
"Your assistant and everyone around you might put up with your tantrums, but I won't." Sally jabbed a finger toward the door. "Get out now and stop disrupting my business. If you don't leave, don't blame me for kicking you out myself."
Standing off to the side, Carlos was dumbfounded by what he saw. 'I always thought Sally was the type to just take it when people picked on her. But she fought back—even twice as hard. That's amazing,' he wondered.
Lena's face twisted with fury. "Sally, do you have a death wish? You actually dared to slap me twice." She suddenly paused, then snarled, "No, wait. That makes three times you've hit me."
Sally winced at Lena's incessant ranting, her head throbbing from the noise. She instinctively turned to the person beside her and called, "Carlos?"
Carlos was still in a daze. After a moment, he replied, "I'm here."
"Kick her out. If she comes back to cause trouble, call the cops," Sally said, her tone very icy. With that, she strode quickly toward the restroom.
"Sally, you won't get away with this. Just you wait," Lena shouted, her voice full of fury. But Carlos quickly hustled her out, her angry protests fading down the hallway.
Sally reached the restroom and stood before the mirror, studying her face carefully. The slap had been vicious, leaving an angry red handprint on her cheek.
She'd need to apply some ointment; otherwise, the mark wouldn't fade anytime soon.
With the rain still falling outside, there were only a few patients in the clinic. Seizing the lull, Sally picked up some ointment and headed to the treatment room.
Sally had barely stepped through the door when a deep voice called from behind her, low and commanding, "Where's Sally?"
Sally's hand holding the ointment froze momentarily. 'Why would Jaxon come here unannounced?' she wondered. Her hand on the doorknob inside involuntarily tightened.
"Sally is in the exam room," Carlos said.
Jaxon pressed, "Is she with a patient?"
Carlos replied, "No."
As Carlos' voice faded, Sally suddenly heard familiar footsteps coming from the hallway. She quickly released the doorknob and hurried to the treatment bed, turning the slapped side of her face away from his view.
Sally hadn't even had time to put down the ointment before the door was pushed open from outside. She looked up at the doorway, her voice tight with tension. "Mr. Zale, what brings you here all of a sudden?"
From Jaxon's perspective, he saw Sally with her face slightly turned, clutching a cotton swab and ointment, her nervousness clearly visible. Yet there were no patients around.
Jaxon strode toward her. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Sally swallowed hard, then shook her head. "No." For some reason, she couldn't bear to let him see the slap mark on her face.
Jaxon set the box aside, noticing that Sally kept her face turned away from him. "What happened to your face?" he asked. He reached out, cupping her chin, trying to turn her face toward him.
Sally's grip on the ointment tightened for a moment. She refused to let him see her face. But the more she resisted, the more intense the curiosity in his eyes became.
"Look at me," Jaxon ordered, his tone brooking no argument. Still, she wouldn't budge.
In the next instant, he flipped his grip and forcefully wrenched her face toward him. The red mark on her cheek was seared into his mind.
Jaxon's brows furrowed, his voice deceptively calm. "Who did this to you?"
After Jaxon found out, Sally's grip on the ointment suddenly loosened. She lowered her head to unscrew it. Her voice was deliberately calm. "It doesn't matter."
As Sally looked down, she pulled free from his grasp. Jaxon's expression darkened further as he tilted her chin up again. "Was it Brad? Did he just come by?"
Sally was forced to meet his gaze. His striking eyes were filled with a chilling intensity like a panther prowling through a winter night, radiating danger that made it hard to look at him.
Seeing his relentless curiosity, Sally finally admitted, "It was Lena."
A flicker of surprise crossed Jaxon's eyes, but he composed himself almost instantly.
With her head still down, Sally resumed squeezing the ointment.
"Did she come after you because she suspects you leaked her scandal?" Jaxon asked coolly.
At his words, Sally's eyes widened in shock. "How do you even know about this? Wait? Did you get back at her behind my back? Didn't I tell you not to get involved?"
Jaxon looked down at her agitated expression and snatched the ointment from her hand. His tone grew deliberately casual. "Wasn't me. Connor did it."
This outcome completely caught Sally off guard. She looked up, bewildered. "Why would Connor go after her?"