Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret - Chapter 89: Chapter 89

Sally turned at the sound and saw the pink box in Lillian's hands. "These are some pastries Jaxon sent over. He thought they'd be quite tasty, so he wanted all of us to try them."
Sally approached Lillian and opened the box, revealing the pastries inside. There were over thirty varieties, each exquisitely packaged.
She picked up a pastry and held it out to Lillian with a warm smile. "Here, sweetie, try one."
"Thank you, Sally," Lillian said.
Sally put down the box and gently patted Lillian's head. "You should thank Jaxon. So, what should you say to him next time you see him?"
"I need to thank him in person. Thank him for sending us these yummy desserts." Lillian looked up at Sally, her face lighting up with growing delight.
"Good girl," Sally said. "Go play now. But remember, you'll need to do your homework soon."
"Okay." Lillian nodded.
After Lillian left, Sally walked over to the sink and started helping Abigail wash the vegetables.
Abigail glanced over at her while stir-frying, spatula in hand, and teased, "I thought Mr. Zale was sending you another gift again."
Sally said, "Don't overthink it. Why would Brad send me gifts out of the blue?"
Abigail grinned and nudged Sally playfully. "Come on, I can totally tell Brad has a thing for you. Can't you see it?"
After Abigail finished speaking, Sally's hands suddenly froze mid-motion while she was washing the vegetables.
After a moment's hesitation, she said coolly, "Just focus on your cooking and stop prying into my personal life."
"After all, I'm a reporter," Abigail said with a straight face. "Staying curious is just part of the job—"
"Save that curiosity for your actual work, not for gossip," Sally teased. "Maybe when you become a gossip columnist, then you can start prying into stories like this."
Abigail leaned in with a teasing grin. "Your answer is quite strange. Is there really something going on between you two?" Abigail leaned in with raised eyebrows, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Sally lowered her head, a little flustered, and kept picking the vegetables, choosing to ignore Abigail.
Seeing that Sally stayed quiet, Abigail dropped the teasing and focused on cooking.
For several days, it rained without stopping.
That afternoon, during the heaviest downpour, Sally was at the clinic as usual. She had just finished with a patient when her phone on the desk suddenly rang. She glanced down and saw Lauren calling, Brad's mother.
Lauren wouldn't usually bother Sally unless it was something important. After a brief hesitation, Sally finally answered the call. "Did you need something?" she asked.
Since Sally and Brad started their divorce, she had never contacted Lauren. At such a sensitive moment, Sally felt too awkward to speak with her.
"Howard is having trouble breathing again. Come over right now." Suddenly, over the phone, Lauren's slightly panicked voice came through.
Sally tightened her grip on her phone. "When did he start having breathing difficulties?"
"It started an hour ago. Get here now," Lauren repeated.
Sally said firmly, "Understood. I'm on my way." She ended the call abruptly and sprang up from the consultation desk, rushing to pack her medical kit.
"Sally, what happened this time?" Carlos approached curiously, his face tense with concern as he watched her.
"Howard is having breathing difficulties again. I need to get to the Zale Mansion right away. Carlos, take care of the clinic while I'm gone. If it gets too busy, just close up early," said Sally.
"It's pouring today, so we don't have many patients," Carlos said. "Don't worry about a thing. Just go. I've got the clinic covered here."
Sally finished packing her things and gave Carlos' arm a reassuring pat. "Alright, I'm off then."
Carlos reminded Sally, "It's pouring out there. Drive slowly and be careful. Safety first."
Sally nodded, snatched up her car keys, and hurried out the door.
On the way to the Zale Mansion, Sally got stuck in traffic due to the torrential rain. Lauren kept calling her repeatedly, urging her on.
Sally had never seen Lauren this anxious before. The way Lauren kept urging her made it clear—something was seriously wrong.
Sally's grip on the steering wheel kept tightening. She took the quickest route she could and finally reached the Zale Mansion perched halfway up the mountainside.
The rain was pouring heavily, but she didn't even bother with an umbrella. Clutching her medical kit, she rushed straight to the entrance. But just as Sally was about to enter, she was abruptly stopped.
Sally's eyes traced the slender hand, and her head snapped up. Standing in front of Sally were Lena and Brad, blocking her way. Lena reached out and blocked her way.
"What the hell are you doing? Move now," Sally snapped, her voice urgent.
"Howard's only gotten worse under your treatment. You're not allowed to go in and treat him anymore." Lena's face darkened with hostility as she blocked the way. "I've already called in specialists. They'll be here any minute."
"Get out of my way. Do you hear me?" Sally snapped. Her voice suddenly rose an octave.
Fresh from the rain, Sally's hair and clothes clung damply to her skin. A gust of wind swept by, sending an extra chill through her.
Even Brad, who had been standing by, suddenly spoke up. "Sally, I think Lena's right. Grandpa hasn't gotten any better since you started treating him. Your medical skills must not be up to par.
"So stop treating Grandpa right now. We've brought in one of the top thoracic specialists at home. He'll be here any minute to take over his treatment.
"Howard's current condition absolutely can't handle modern medical treatment. The moment you opt for that, it means surgery—and at his age, another operation would be critically dangerous.
"If something goes wrong, none of you could bear the consequences." Sally's tone was icily detached. As she raised her eyes to meet theirs, a cold, steely glint flashed in her gaze.
Lena spoke up again, her voice dripping with disdain. "Sally, while your medical skills might have been quite good before, after all these years behind bars, even the most refined techniques would have deteriorated by now.
"And besides, you're an ex-con—your morals are already questionable. Who knows what kind of shady treatments you've been using on Howard behind our backs?"
Just then, Sally's phone rang again. It was Lauren calling again.
At the moment, Lauren was likely still upstairs in Grandpa Howard's room, completely unaware that Sally had already arrived downstairs and was being blocked by Brad and Lena.
"Your mom called me here, and now you two are blocking me at the door. What the hell is this supposed to mean?" Sally ended the call abruptly and raised her eyes to meet Brad's gaze.
The fury in her eyes burned deeper, a crimson intensity growing in her gaze.
"No matter what, you're not setting foot in there today." Brad's stance was crystal clear.
"If you keep blocking me and something happens to Howard, can you even live with that?" Sally shouted at Brad. "Stop believing every damn rumor you hear and use your head for once."
Shivering from both the cold and her boiling rage, Sally couldn't stop trembling violently.
Lena snapped, "The specialists will be here any minute. Get out now."
Suddenly, a deep, commanding voice rang out from behind. "And who exactly thinks they can throw her out?"