When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 49 Suspicions

The man was staying in a five-star hotel. For Natalie to have personally designed cufflinks for him, his status had to be extraordinary, and he certainly wasn’t short of money. How could Jensen possibly persuade such a man to give them up?

The thought left him restless and agitated.

Just then, security called.

“Mr. Luke, there’s a woman lying outside the Grand Pavilion. Her right arm is covered in blood. You should come take a look. I think it’s the same woman who tried to force her way in here the other day.”

Jensen froze.

“Sharon? What happened to her?”

“Not sure. Looks like her right hand was smashed to pieces-bloody, a real mess. It’s terrifying.”

The words jolted Jensen upright so violently that the tablet on his lap clattered to the floor, forgotten.

“What did you just say?”

“Her right hand’s been shattered-blood everywhere. It’s gruesome.”

The security guard’s clearer explanation made Jensen’s heart pound.

Not long ago, Sharon had been the one who ordered Natalie’s right hand broken.

Back then, he had forced Natalie to swallow her pain, forbidding her to press charges.

Now Sharon lay mangled in the same way.

Could it be… Natalie was still alive?

The possibility made his pulse race.

now. Call an

“Yes, Mr. Luke.”

hung up and

Sharon’s injury with his

it meant

him

he would

hawand recognition

had been destroyed, he hadn’t seen it before she went into surgery. The doctors had told him it was pulverized, that she would

Natalie looked like this, too, when she

even touch Sharon, terrified his fingers might

The ambulance arrived quickly.

medics lift Sharon inside and climbed in after

into emergency surgery as soon as

was like stone, shadowed

her at the Grand Pavilion? I want the

then hurried off

“Wait.”

Jensen stopped him suddenly.

me the surveillance from when Natalie was admitted, too. I want to see the footage from before she was taken into the

“Mr. Luke, should we notify the

Sharon’s hand was smashed. If

the image of Natalie’s face came back-anguished, resentful, crushed beneath

Natalie, was it you

to endure that pain

No.

It couldn’t be.

too kind, too gentle, too soft-hearted. She could

But that fire…

voices clashed