When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 178 Smile For The Camera

Lucy tried to forcefully pull Quincy away.

But Quincy shook her off and once again stepped into Natalie’s path.

“Miss, could I take a picture with you?”

Regret gnawed at Quincy now.

Back when Sharon had first returned, because Sharon couldn’t stand even the faintest trace of Natalie in the house, Quincy had burned and destroyed every photo of Natalie and their little family of three.

Now, aching with longing for Natalie, Quincy couldn’t find a single photograph left.

Staring at Natalie’s similar face, she couldn’t help blurting out her sudden request.

Natalie never expected to run into Quincy here.

Just as Natalie puzzled over it, Lucy yanked at Quincy again, but Quincy suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood with a sickening splatter; then, with a heavy thud, she collapsed unconscious to the floor.

“Madam!”

Lucy cried out, shoving Natalie aside, but in the same motion she discreetly scattered some powder onto Natalie’s sleeve.

“What did you do to her?”

The brazen accusation almost made Natalie laugh.

If you’re trying to pin som me, this shop probably has surveillance cameras. But I’d suggest you call an ambulance for your lady instead. She’s coughing blood,

ing on

only

nothing more than to avoid any further entanglement with the Summers family, yet somehow even a

hadn’t missed the flicker of shock and fear in Lucy’s eyes the moment she saw

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exactly the same as before; still, seven or eight parts alike was enough that those who had lived with her for years would

Lucy recognized her, even if she

all, no ordinary person could

even with her doubts, Lucy still chose

Natalie’s

gaze made

the police too! Her color is

Natalie’s brow furrowed. Poison?

eyes drifted

turning purple. It did look

Lucy had poisoned Quincy herself, and now wanted to pin it on me? But why? Her trip to the mall had been a spur–of–the–moment

Lucy

worked quickly. She didn’t flee or protest; she simply pulled out

the sight. I was trying to frame Natalie–shouldn’t Natalie be panicking, scrambling to explain herself? This involved someone’s life, after all. So why

time,

think calling the cops will

her phone

long as Sharon came and saw this woman’s face, she would