Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 129

Salome tried her best to soothe her mother. “Mom, just leave this to me, alright? Please don’t get so worked up. Your blood pressure is already high.”

Adah’s voice was so shrill it made Salome’s ears ring.

“That little bastard! How dare they lay a finger on my son! If I ever find out who did this, I’ll skin them alive, I swear!”

Seeing that nothing she said could calm Adah down, Salome finally gave up. The stress was too much–her pregnancy was already fragile, and she couldn’t take any more shouting or chaos. She decided she had to look

after herself first.

At the hospital, Jeffry had been moved out of the ICU into a regular room. The doctor was explaining his condition to Adah when Salome arrived.

Adah clung to Salome’s hand, sobbing uncontrollably. “Monsters! Absolute monsters! The doctor says the injuries look terrible, but none are life–threatening. Your brother’s just been through hell, that’s all!”

Salome’s heart ached as she glanced at Jeffry, battered and barely conscious on the hospital bed. Being pregnant, she found the sight even

harder to bear.

The doctor removed his mask and spoke gently, “He’ll need to stay in bed for about three months, but he should recover. Do you want to notify the police?”

It was obvious Jeffry had been badly beaten by a group.

Adah trembled with rage. “Of course! Call the police! They have to pay for

this!”

But something about the situation felt off to Salome. She hesitated, then decided to play it safe. “Let’s wait before calling the police.”

Adah stared at her in disbelief. Once the doctor left, she pulled Salome aside, confused and insistent. “Why not report this? Do you know

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something about what happened to your brother?”

Salome hesitated. She had her suspicions, but nothing concrete. One thing was certain–it wasn’t a simple matter, and calling the police might only make things worse. If they couldn’t track down Jeffry’s attackers, their own dirty secrets could come to light.

For now, there was no way to calm Adah.

Adah collapsed by Jeffry’s bedside and sobbed uncontrollably. “My poor boy! You’ve suffered so much, and I can’t even call the police. I’m such a

useless mother!”

She was clearly hoping to guilt Salome into giving in, but Salome stood her ground. She knew when to be soft–hearted, and when not to.

“Mom,” she said firmly, “Jeffry isn’t dead. You don’t have to cry like this. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Whoever did this to him, I won’t let them get away with it. Trust me.”

Hearing Salome’s promise, Adah dried her tears almost instantly. “Good girl. Your brother’s been through hell. You have to help him get back at

them!”

Jeffry finally regained consciousness that evening.

Salome had stayed by his side the entire time, waiting for her chance to get answers. With Adah out of the room, she could finally ask what happened.

“Jeffry, what on earth happened? Last night, didn’t you send someone to teach that wretch Edith a lesson? So why is it you who ended up like this, while the Sumners haven’t had even the slightest mishap?”

Jeffry’s face twisted in anger; the effort made blood bubble at his lips. “It was her–that bitch Edith. She called in the Sheffields for backup. Not only could we not touch her, but she had people jump me instead. I though