When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 Witch Doctor

If Natalie were still alive, no matter what she had become, he would stay by her side.

Jensen closed the video, his chest tight with suffocating pain.

He quickly pulled up Sharon’s footage, desperate to catch even the faintest shadow of Natalie in it.

But no matter how many times he replayed the surveillance, there wasn’t a single trace of her.

How could that be?

If it wasn’t Natalie, who else could hate Sharon enough to do this?

Who else would crush her hand in the exact same way?

Jensen’s mind spun, no answer in sight.

Hansel noticed his eyes glued to the tablet and finally spoke. “Mr. Luke, I checked. After Ms. Summers came out of the ER, the only visitor was Mrs. Summers. No one else came. The nurses said Ms. Summers was unstable-she drove them out, so no doctors or staff went in afterward. The next time anyone saw her was when she turned up at the Grand Pavilion. But… this video, it looks like it’s been edited.”

Jensen’s eyes narrowed.

“Get someone who knows computers. I want the original restored-no matter what it takes.”

His heart was pounding wildly now.

He suddenly grabbed Hansel by the collar, his voice trembling. “Natalie’s remains-was DNA ever tested?”

“No. Ms. Summers insisted it was her and had the body taken for cremation immediately.”

Hansel’s answer lit a spark of hope inside him.

“In that fire… besides Sharon and Natalie, was anyone else inside?”

“I don’t know.”

“Find out!”

Jensen’s mind raced.

If there had been a third person, then maybe the body hadn’t been Natalie’s.

Maybe she was still alive.

But was that possible?

The fire had been so massive.

Even from outside, the heat had nearly seared him. Could Natalie really have escaped?

He was the only one she had in this world.

Was it because of Sharon?

Jensen slumped against the wall, crushed by a suffocating weight.

Natalie, if you’re still alive, please come back to me. I swear I’ll never wrong you again. Do whatever you want, I’ll never stop you. The debts I owe, I’ll pay myself.

His eyes were bloodshot, glistening with unshed tears, but there was no one beside him to hear.

Hansel watched quietly, shook his head, and left to carry out the task.

If only he’d realized sooner. Why now, when it’s too late?

Jensen’s gaze stayed locked on the glowing light above the ER door.

When it finally flicked off and Sharon was wheeled out, he rushed forward instinctively.

The doctor’s face was grave. “I’m sorry, Mr. Luke. Ms. Summers’s hand was shattered. Even if it heals, she’ll never carry weight with it again. In cold or stormy weather, the pain will be unbearable. Unless… unless Witch Doctor himself were to operate. Then perhaps her hand might still be saved.”

“Witch Doctor?”

Jensen froze.

That codename was one he knew too well.

Five years ago, after his car accident, it had been Witch Doctor who’d saved his life. Without him, Sharon’s rib donation would never have been enough.

Of course.

And the one who had found Witch Doctor back then… was Natalie.

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