Chapter 190 Poison and Bloodlines


    He even had a ridiculous thought.


    If he had known that epting Sharon’s help all those years ago would lead to this moment, would he still have agreed to it?


    Jensen wasn’t the type to waste time on such pointless hypotheticals. But for the first time, he couldn’t help it.


    Realizing where his thoughts were drifting, he let out a weary sigh and said to Hansel, “Find awyer to follow her to the station. No matter what happens, make sure Sharon doesn’t end up in prison.”


    Whether it was the debt from five years ago or the fact that she now carried the title of Mrs. Luke, he couldn’t allow Sharon to go to jail.


    Hansel nodded, though in his eyes there was only distaste and resentment toward Sharon.


    Miss Natalie had been with Mr. Jensen for five years, and there had never been this kind of chaos.


    But Sharon? She had been Mrs. Luke for only a few days, and already thepany’s stock was tumbling, forcing Hansel into endless overtime.


    Still, he knew his ce as an assistant. Comints weren’t his to voice.


    Sharon, hearing that Jensen hadn’t abandoned herpletely, finally exhaled in relief.


    The police, seeing Jensen make no objection, also breathed easier as they escorted her away.


    Jensen watched the police car disappear down the road, and a wave of longing for Natalie washed over him.


    When he had been with her, none of this insanity had ever happened.


    But then Baron’s face rose in his mind.


    <i>Who </i><i>exactly </i><i>was </i><i>that </i><i>man</i><i>? </i>


    Jensen sent a message to Hansel, ordering him to investigate Baron’s background.


    After receiving confirmation, he returned to Lanju, changed his clothes, and headed straight for Luke Corp.


    Thepany’s stock was falling <b>fast</b><b>, </b>shareholders were <b>restless</b><b>, </b>and <b>as </b>president, he had no choice but to face <b>the </b>storm.


    And yet, knowing all this chaos had somehow spun from Natalie’s shadow left him with a knot of feelings he couldn’t untangle.


    Natalie and Baron, meanwhile, didn’t spare Sharon another thought. Once home, Baron carried the sleeping Natalie inside.


    Chris moved to speak but fell silent under Baron’s warning nce.


    Seeing Natalie asleep so peacefully, he quietly signaled the servants to move softly as well.


    The children rushed out the moment they heard their mother had returned, but one stern look from Baron stopped them cold.


    Susie’s brows pinched together.


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    Sean frowned too, but he knew it was pointless to fight Baron now. He tugged Susie’s hand and pulled her back toward their room.


    Only when the two little buns were gone did Baron carry Natalie upstairs. He gentlyid her on the bed, slipped off his shoes, and climbed in beside her.


    The outside world could rage as much as it liked–he was staying here, holding his wife.


    Otherwise, she might feel afraid.


    That was how Baron justified it <i>to </i>himself as he wrapped her tightly in his arms and drifted off to sleep.


    At the police station, Sharon finally learned Lucy had betrayed her.


    She wished she could tear the woman apart, but there was nothing she could do now.


    <i>How </i><i>could </i><i>this </i><i>happen</i><i>? </i>


    Was Lucy insane? Why would she want to frame Natalie of all people?


    <b><i>Natalie</i></b>.


    It was the first time Sharon had heard the name spoken by the police, but when she saw the surveince footage, her blood froze.


    The woman <b>was </b>Natalie.


    At Cloud Café she hadn’t looked closely, but those eyes<b>, </b>that expression–how could they be fake?


    And in the video, her mannerisms and face resembled Natalie by seventy percent.


    Coincidence? Sharon didn’t believe in such things.


    Her mother, Quincy, must have seen the same familiar face–that was why she had rushed over for a photo.


    That wretched old woman.


    Natalie was dead, yet she still clung to that face.


    And what about her? Sharon was her true, flesh–and–blood daughter.


    Hatred burned in Sharon’s chest, but she knew now wasn’t the time to lose control.


    “I won’t say a word until mywyer arrives.”


    She clung to the knowledge that Jensen had sent legal help. As long as he remembered the life debt between them, he would never abandon herpletely.


    Hansel, however, could barely believe the depths of her cruelty.


    Was this woman even human?


    He stepped outside at once, phone in hand, and called Jensen to report.


    At Luke Corp, shareholders were screaming about the stock crash, giving Jensen a splitting headache. Hansel’s call was almost a relief.


    He left the room, answered, and said curtly, “Speak.”


    “Mr. Jensen, it’s bad. Ms. Summers‘ case is more serious than we thought. It involves the Summers family itself.”


    Jensen’s eyes flew open.


    “What did you say? Sharon poisoned her own mother?”