The Bride’s Revenge

Cassie quickly returned after printing the documents. Seeing Marion sitting there in silence and Lucas no longer in the hospital room, Cassie became curious. “Did Mr. Craig leave?”

Marion snapped out of her thoughts, glanced at her friend, and replied, “He had urgent matters at his company.” “Oh, | see.”

Richard had not finished handling the paperwork yet. Cassie sat on the chair behind Marion and then leaned on her shoulder. “Marion, what compensation did you ask for?”

Marion turned her head to look at Cassie. She took a deep breath, and said, “That day, my mind wasn’t very clear, and | brought up...”

“Brought up what?”

Knowing Marion for many years, Cassie understood that she was not the kind of person to take advantage of a situation. If she were, how could she end up in a situation with Jameson escaping from the wedding?

“It's nothing. You don’t have to feel any psychological pressure. Lucas isn’t short of money. Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem for him. How much money did you ask for? Just tell me.”

“| didn’t ask for money; | made a request.”

“What request?”

Marion did not want to hide it from Cassie; it’s just that she knew her request was quite unconventional. “The paperwork is done.”

Richard had returned.

Marion glanced at Cassie. “I'll talk to you later.”

Such an absurd matter required her to organize her words carefully.

Sitting in a wheelchair made it difficult to navigate the staircases.

Marion had no choice but to stand up. While she had recovered quite a bit, a broken leg would not fully heal in just one month. Thus, she requested a wheelchair to make it easier for outings.

Richard carried her wheelchair down the steps, unaware of the presence of Jameson and Sally waiting for them. “Marion,” said a voice from behind Marion and Cassie.

That voice was familiar to both women. Hearing Sally’s voice, the smile on Marioni’s face instantly disappeared. “What are you doing here?”

Looking up, she realized it was not only Sally; Jameson was there too. During her time in the hospital, Jameson had visited only once. Every time he came, Cassie and Richard would escort him out. Hearing Marion’s words, Sally trembled slightly, and her face immediately turned pale. “Marion, I’m sorry.”

Sally's expression was of one who had been wronged. Someone unfamiliar with the situation might have thought that Marion had mistreated her.

Marion coldly watched Sally’s performance. Every time it was the same trick. Did Sally not tire of it?

In the past, she might have felt angry, but now, after lying in the hospital for over a month, encountering Sally was amusing. “Perform your drama in front of him; maybe you'll get a better response. What are you trying to achieve here?”

“|+I didn’t mean that Marion, don’t misunderstand. | just—”

Sally shook her head in panic, and tears that had just gathered in her eyes now streamed down.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Beside her, Jameson furrowed his brow. “Marion, can’t you be a bit more considerate toward Sally?”

“How much more considerate should | be?”

Marion glanced at Jameson, then raised her hand and slapped Sally. “Is this considerate enough?”

“Marion!”

Jameson's face immediately darkened. “Why did you hit her? She’s in a bad space at the moment. Don’t you understand?”

Pretending to be fragile, Sally clung to Jameson. “It’s alright. Don’t blame Marion. | deserve this. It’s all because of me that your wedding with her didn’t succeed. It’s my fault!”

Marion, uninterested in Sally’s theatrics, left without looking back.

Cassie stood facing the couple now. “Sure, you're not at fault at all. Just because you're depressed, the whole world should bow down to you, right!”

Marion walked over to Richard. When Richard noticed Jameson and Sally, his smile instantly faded.

Marion tugged at his sleeve, “Dad, | want to go home.”

Richard lowered his head to look at his daughter, his eyes slightly moist, “Alright, alright, let’s go home. Dad will take you home!” Jameson, who originally wanted to catch up to them, looked at Sally, who was still apologizing and could only stop in his tracks. “Jameson, I’m sorry, | know I’m a burden!”

Hearing her words, Jameson felt some resentment towards Marion, “It’s not your fault. She’s the one who went too far!” Depression is not what Sally wished for! Moreover, if it were not for Marion back then, Sally would not have become like this!

As memories flooded back, Jameson’s expression gradually darkened. Worried that Sally might have another breakdown, he

decided not to mention Marion anymore, “You took an early morning flight. You must be tired. Let me take you back to the hotel for some rest.”

Sally looked at Jameson cautiously and nodded obediently, “Okay.” However, in the unseen corners of her face, a smug smile appeared. There was no hint of weakness or obedience.

Marion's release from the hospital should have been a joyous occasion, but encountering Sally and Jameson at the entrance made even Cassie feel ominous.

In recent days, due to concerns for Marion, Richard has already postponed quite a few matters in the company. After escorting Marion back home, he hurriedly returned to the company for a meeting.

Upon returning home, Marion asked Cassie for help in preparing a bath for her. During her month-long stay at the hospital, she had not had the chance to take a proper shower. And now, especially after the encounter with Sally, Marion felt the need to freshen up.

When Sally called, Marion had just fallen asleep. Even though she was out of the hospital, her body had not fully recovered, and the attending physician advised her to rest when possible. The intense vibrations of her phone made her think it was probably her assistant calling, and with a furrowed brow, she sat up and answered the phone.

Seeing the unfamiliar number, she could not help but scoff. She had a hunch that after being slapped by her, Sally would not just let it slide. Marion answered, “Sally, what do you want this time?”

On the other end, Sally feigned surprise, “Marion, how did you know it was me? | don’t have any ulterior motives; | just wanted to remind you. Tomorrow is the third anniversary of you and Jameson being together, right?”

“Aren't you planning to register your marriage with him tomorrow?” Sally asked then burst into laughter, that smugness audible even through the phone. It irritated Marion to no end.

It is impossible to say that Marion was not angry. During her stay in the hospital, especially at the beginning, the pain from the fractured ribs and leg kept her awake at night. Afraid that Cassie and Richard would worry, she could only bite her pillow and endure the pain night after night.

Those long and lonely nights were enough for her to see the reality. Sally's words only brought anger to the forefront and no other emotions. In the past, Marion would have been hysterical, but now, she was incredibly calm. She even chuckled at Sally on the other end of the phone, “Honestly, Sally what kind of woman do you think | am? Do you think I’m so pathetic that I’d take anything you throw at me? Like Jameson is the only guy out there?”

“You can keep him. A man like that is not worth my time.”

Marion hung up the phone. Sally was left breathless. She felt the left side of her face, slapped by Marion in the morning, becoming even more painful.

With a scream, Sally picked up her phone again and called Jameson. She wanted to see how long Marion could endure!