When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 224 Parents Panic Kids Nap Hard

Everyone saw Susie as soft and delicate, a little princess too weak to even lift a finger; only Sean knew his sister had surprising strength.

She was just good at pretending to be fragile.

That hammer was heavy enough that even an adult would have to brace to wield it–yet Susie had swung it around like it was nothing more than a toy.

The two children decided the van wasn’t safe; after a quick discussion, they climbed out and found a hiding spot nearby, quietly waiting for their parents to come.

As for calling the police? The thought had crossed their minds, but this whole matter was too big; they weren’t sure if it might implicate their dad. Better to wait for Baron.

On Baron’s end, the blinking red dot on the map suddenly stopped moving.

“Head here–now!” he barked.

His men turned the car around instantly.

He worried Natalie would panic.

Though he didn’t want her to see a single trace of blood, the thought of her losing sleep, tormented with worry for the children, made him send her the location anyway.

“The kids are probably here. I’ll go first; bring Chris and the others.”

“Alright.”

Natalie, finally with a clear destination, urged Chris to drive faster.

Both parents were sick with worry.

Baron knew his son had always been fascinated with concocting poisons, but Sean was still a child–facing grown men, maybe several of them. The thought terrified him.

girl. Had she been scared

her trembling

“Faster!”

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car shot forward

was in

of them arrived almost

open the van’s door–only to find two unconscious

“Susie! Sean!”

so tightly it

this kind of anguish since his mother

been when Natalie had disappeared into the flames; now it

his fists, his eyes burning

himself strong enough to protect those he loved;

even the

to see

thought he might

forward and wrapped her arms around

radiating from

find

voice was quiet, yet it cut through his fury like gentle rain, softening the murderous edge

and ordered coldly, “Bring

hurried to

guilt pressing

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made you worry. I

nose, inside his own villa. The shame and pain stung worse than a public slap across the

Natalie didn’t blame him.