The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 77

Lester had been caring for Althea at the hospital for days, and the constant stress was wearing him thin. Naomi’s sudden phone call was the last straw; whatever self-control he had left snapped, and he poured all his anger out on Lindsay.

“Damn it, Lindsay! First you put my mother through hell, and now you’re hurting Naomi? Don’t worry. I’m coming over right now—I’ll make sure she pays for this.”

Hearing the answer she wanted, a satisfied smirk curled on Naomi’s lips. Perfect. Today, she was determined to grind Lindsay into the ground and finally let out all her pent-up fury.

“Lester, maybe just let it go. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” Naomi played it both ways. She liked the idea of Lester fighting for her, but she put on a show of reluctance—just in case anything went wrong, she could claim innocence.

“No way. Lindsay’s gone too far this time. I’m going to the office right now.”

He hung up, gave the nurse strict instructions to look after Althea, and stormed out, driving straight to Bloom.

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Naomi splashed cold water on her face, hoping to dull the burning in her eyes. The fiery sting from the pepper spray wasn’t life-threatening, but it was agonizing all the same.

Lester burst into Bloom’s office, his energy practically crackling. Naomi’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him. Lindsay, your luck’s just run out.

Lindsay glanced at Lester, then quickly turned away, going back to her work as if nothing had happened.

Being ignored only made Lester angrier. He strode over to Lindsay’s desk and slammed his palm down, the loud thud drawing the attention of everyone in the Design Department. Only Tina seemed unfazed; she quietly pulled out her phone and typed out a quick text to Daniel.

Lindsay shrugged. “Well, then, there’s no fixing this, is there? If you want to throw punches, go right ahead. I’m not wasting my breath on you.”

Lester scowled. “Do you have to be so stubborn? Just apologize to Naomi and we can drop this.”

“If Naomi dies, I’ll pay my respects at her grave. But apologize? Not happening.” She said it with a casual shrug, as if it were the most basic human decency. After all, the dead deserve respect—but the living? Not so much.

Naomi’s face went pale, her fists clenching in anger. “Are you wishing me dead?”

Lindsay arched a brow, cool as ever. “I said if. I didn’t say it was going to happen any time soon.”