When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 39 A Lie, A Wake-Up, A Warning

Sharon clenched her fists so tightly that she didn’t even notice her freshly done manicure snapping.

What could she do to make Jensen care about her again?

Right. Her illness.

When the security guards refused to budge, she shot them a hateful glare and stormed off.

She pulled out her phone and called her doctor.

“Get an emergency room ready. I want records showing my cancer’s spreading. I don’t care what you have to do, just make sure Jensen comes to see me at the hospital.”

The doctor nearly burst into tears over the phone.

“Ms. Summers, I’ve told you-there are no current cancer patients in the hospital. Where am I supposed to get you those records?”

“I don’t care! If you can’t make it happen, I’ll go public with your past embezzlement. And that malpractice incident-you want to go to prison?”

Her voice was cold and threatening.

Right now, Sharon didn’t care what she had to do. As long as she could win Jensen back, anything was worth it.

The doctor, cornered and desperate, had no choice but to agree. But he still mumbled a warning under his breath.

“Ms. Summers, you’re going too far. What happens when three months go by and you’re still alive? How are you going to explain that to Mr. Luke?”

“Three months is more than enough for me to lock down my place in the Luke family. By then, Jensen will be completely in love with me. You can just say it was a misdiagnosis.”

Her answer made the doctor’s mouth twitch.

“Ms. Summers, this is cancer we’re faking-not a minor cold. You think you can just brush it off as a misdiagnosis? And you write up chemo reports. There’s data now. If Mr. Luke decides to look into it, you’ll have holes everywhere.”

the doctor regretted

let out a low, mocking

case, so figure it out. Now

without waiting for a

had me

believe for a second that Jensen would still turn his back on her once he found out she was

it brought a flash of smug satisfaction

enough, when Jensen was informed that Sharon had been rushed to the ER in critical

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consciousness thanks to the doctors’ relentless

at the familiar lab, his mind racing to catch up, and immediately threw off the covers and tried to get out of

sake, can you try valuing your life a little? Do

Finn’s yelling. His

was I

“Four days.”

spoke-even calmly-he felt an undeniable pressure

weight of

out of his hand, stretched his stiff limbs, and started putting

I

knew exactly how unstable the drug he’d taken

effects. The formula was still incomplete. Falling into a coma had meant there was a high

waking after just four days… he

didn’t answer. His brow furrowed

eyes, Natalie didn’t deserve any thanks

Natalie, Baron wouldn’t have come so close

at it, Mr. Gunn had been the

Finn’s

hand on Finn’s shoulder-hard. Finn

“M-Mr. Gunn…”