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.

coming right now.

“Yes, Mr. Luke.”

hung up and ran out

Sharon’s injury with his own

meant only one thing-Natalie might

him with wild

lived, he would find her.

hawand recognition

it before she went into surgery. The doctors had told him it was pulverized, that she would never hold a pen again. But now, seeing Sharon’s

like this, too,

he stood frozen, afraid to even touch Sharon, terrified his fingers might destroy what was

The ambulance arrived quickly.

lift Sharon inside and

surgery as soon as they

face was like

And who dumped her at the Grand Pavilion? I want the

hurried off

“Wait.”

Jensen stopped him suddenly.

I want to see the footage from before she was taken into the

“Mr. Luke, should we

is to leak word that Sharon’s hand was smashed. If anyone asks, we’ll say

resentful, crushed beneath the weight of his

her? Natalie, was it you who

silenced you, forced you to endure that pain

No.

It couldn’t be.

too kind, too gentle, too soft-hearted. She could never

But that fire…

voices clashed