When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 178

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 your eyes are failing, you should get them checked. 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, and you still have the time and energy to stage some scam with me?”

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Natalie could only shake her head.

She wanted nothing more than to avoid any further entanglement with the Summers family, yet somehow even a simple trip to the mall turned into theater.

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

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Natalie knew her current face wasn’t exactly the same as before; still, seven or eight parts alike was enough that those who had lived with her for years would hardly be fooled.

She was certain Lucy recognized her, even if she couldn’t quite believe it.

After all, no ordinary person could have survived that fire.

Yet even with her doubts, Lucy still chose to frame her. That was telling.

Natalie’s

‘s gaze made Lucy falter.

Clutching Quincy’s chest, Lucy cried out, “Is anyone calling an ambulance for Madam? And the police too! Her color is all wrong! That woman in front of us must have poisoned her!”

Natalie’s brow furrowed. Poison?

Her eyes drifted to Quincy’s face.

Sure enough—her lips were turning purple. It did look like poisoning.

So 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 decision; no one could have planned for it.

Which meant Lucy was improvising too.

Natalie’s mind worked quickly. She didn’t flee or protest; she simply pulled out her phone and called the police.

Lucy froze at 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 was she so calm? Why would she even call the police herself?

For the first time, unease flickered through Lucy.

“Don’t think calling the cops will clear you. Just wait.”

She fumbled for her phone and dialed Sharon.

As long as Sharon came and saw this woman’s face, she would back her up and pin Quincy’s poisoning on her.

It was true she had cut off Quincy’s medication for the last two days, and Quincy’s health was fragile; today she had insisted on going for a checkup at the hospital.

Lucy had dragged her into the mall instead, planning to call Sharon, report in, and ask for next

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