Chapter 45 The Wrong Move
“Sendthe surveillance footage.”
Foster looked uneasy. “Mr. Luke, the cameras broke down. They haven't been fixed yet.”
Jensen felt a surge of frustration choke his chest.
Why did it seem like ever since Natalie's death, nothing in his life had gone right?
“Givethe customer's address.”
This tFoster didn’t hesitate. He sent it straight to Jensen.
The address showed a five-star hotel. Jensen decided he would go there himself and confront this man.
Baron, however, wasn’t thinking about Jensen at all. His mood was already dark.
Natalie's first personal design for him-those cufflinks-had been tainted by Jensen's hands.
Filthy.
But since it was Natalie's final creation, even if he never wore them, he would never let Jensen keep them.
Jensen didn’t deserve them.
Baron realized he was being greedy.
He wanted Natalie to keep designing things for him.
Not just cufflinks.
But her hands...
His brow furrowed. He went straight to the hospital where Natalie’s hand had once been treated.
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The halls were crowded with people coming and going.
Not wanting to draw attention, Baron slipped on a white coat, pulled on a mask, and walked naturally toward the
office of the attending physician he'd learned about.
Moving with such ease, no one thought to stop him.
Inside the office, Baron went straight to the filing cabinet.
He quickly found Natalie's medical record.
The moment his eyes landed on the description of her right hand-bloodied, mangled, almost unrecognizable-his
vision burned
red.
That kind of injury wasn’t an accident. It had been deliberate.
Phantom had been one of his most reliable operatives, and yet she'd disappeared right when Natalie needed her
most. That didn’t
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make sense.
Baron's gaze turned icy. He snapped pictures of the medical file with his phone, returned it neatly to the cabinet,
and left the office.
Meanwhile, Sharon had been waiting in her hospital room for a long time, growing more impatient by the minute
when Jensen
didn’t appear.
“Where's Jensen? Why isn’t he here yet? Did you even tell him my cancer’s spread?”
She grabbed a nurse by the arm, her voice shrill with hysteria.
The nurse jumped, frightened. “Mr. Luke has already been here. He discussed your condition with the attending
doctor.”
At once Sharon broke into a smile.
“I knew it. He still cares about me. In his heart, I'm still the one. The moment something happens to me, he’ll
drop everything to come. So where is he? When will he csee me?”
Her eyes shone with eager hope.
The nurse frowned slightly.
She didn’t know what had gone on between Sharon and Jensen, but Sharon's current state of mind unsettled her.
“Ms. Summers, Mr. Luke has already left.”
“What did you say? That's impossible! He couldn’t have left without seeing me.”
Sharon shoved her away, refusing to believe it.
“If he cto ask about my condition, that means he still cares. He wouldn't leave without seeing me. You're
lying, aren’t you? You're lying to me!”
She raised her hand, about to strike the nurse.
“You bitch! Did you block Jensen from coming in? Did you stop him?”
Terrified, the nurse bolted out of the room.
Sharon's fury boiled over. She swept everything off the table, crashing it to the floor.
“Why? Why is it like this? Why?”
Mrs. Summers had rushed over the moment she heard Sharon was hospitalized.
When she arrived, she found her daughter in a frenzy, and hurried forward to hold her.
“Sharon, what's wrong? Who made you upset?”
“Mom!”
Sharon collapsed into her arms, sobbing.
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Natalie's grave, scatter her ashes! Otherwise I'll never be rid of this anger!”
Mrs. Summers blinked, startled. Then she sighed, troubled.
“Sharon, | know you've been wronged. But you can’t touch Natalie's grave. Don’t be foolish. You should never
have let her die in that fire. To truly break someone, it’s easier when they're alive. By killing her, you forced
Jensen into guilt. That's where you made your mistake.”
Baron had been on his way out. But hearing the conversation in the corridor, he froze.
Even dead, Natalie couldn't rest because of these women?
And Mrs. Summers too-like mother, like daughter.
He’stopped in his tracks, his expression hard.
Inside, Sharon ranted freely, unaware she was being overheard.
In her mind, she was Jensen’s beloved. Now that she was in the hospital, surely his bodyguards were stationed
outside to protect
her.
So she spoke without a shred of caution.
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