er 7 Time to Stop
Chapter 7 Time to Stop
“Who are you?”
Quincy tightened her grip on her bracelet.
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She had never seen this man in Ocean City’s high society before, yet the murderous energy radiating off him made her uneasy–nervous, even.
Jensen also looked toward the man, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“And you are?”
“You don’t need to know who I am. Isn’t the real focus here whether or not Ms. Natalie was abused?”
His voice was light, but it instantly redirected the entire room’s attention back to Natalie.
At that moment, the Summers family’s butler was led into the venue.
Sharon’s eyes darkened the moment she saw him.
“You work for the Summers family. Don’t even think about betraying us just because someone offered you a little cash.”
In a single sentence, Sharon tried to paint the butler as a bought–off liar.
Natalie couldn’t help but admit–when it came to shamelessness, she couldn’t compete with Sharon.
The butler, incensed by Sharon’s words, stepped forward.
“Sharon, you threatened my son’s life to force me to serve the Summers family! Five years ago, I saw you whip the young miss with my own eyes. I swear on my life, everything in that video is real! After Ms. Natalie’s identity was exposed, she voluntarily asked to leave the Summers family. It was you, Sharon, who couldn’t handle the fact that you lived in hardship for eighteen years. You insisted on locking Ms. Natalie in the basement to whip and torture her. And Mr. and Mrs. Summers agreed. If she hadn’t managed to escape on her own, she’d be dead by now.”
“Liar! You’ve always been partial to Natalie. You were probably having an affair with her. That’s why you’re here lying for her!”
Before Sharon could speak, Quincy jumped in.
She couldn’t let Sharon be provoked into saying anything more damaging.
The butler trembled with rage but didn’t know how to refute her.
The man in the suit let out a cold laugh.
‘Madam Quincy, you’re certainly eloquent. In that case, let’s show everyone some day–to–day footage from the Summers residence,
“What?”
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Quincy’s face turned ashen. Her bracelet snapped in half under her grip with a sharp crack.
The man snapped his fingers.
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A new set of videos began playing on the screen–routine surveillance clips from the Summers home.
In each clip. Sharon and her parents appeared as a sweet, doting family–except all they discussed was Natalie.
“That little bitch Natalie. I swear, I’m going to torture her for eighteen years to even the score.”
Sharon’s face in the video was twisted with hate.
“Do whatever you want with her. We won’t interfere,” Madam Quincy replied coldly. “She lived off our family for eighteen years. It’s time she repaid that debt. If hurting her makes you happy, she hasn’t lived in
vain.
Jordan said nothing to contradict them.
The moment the clips started rolling, the room exploded in outrage.
“Are they even human? Even a dog raised for eighteen years wouldn’t be treated like that.”
“Natalie’s lucky to still be alive.”
The murmurs grew louder. Sharon panicked.
She grabbed Jensen’s arm and looked up at him with tearful eyes.
“Jensen, it’s not like that. Please believe me. It’s not true!”
Jensen looked at her, struggling to believe the videos. But he had seen Natalie’s scars up close. He remembered the doctors telling him that if it hadn’t been for the sea salt treatment, she would’ve died of infection–and because of that same treatment, the scars on her back would never fade unless she underwent a skin graft.
And now, everything matched what was shown in the videos.
His hand clamped tightly around Sharon’s wrist, eyes turning bloodshot.
“Tell me the truth. Did you do it?”
“I didn’t! Jensen, how could you doubt me? Do you really think I’m that cruel?”
Tears streamed down her face.
Jensen frowned.
No. Sharon wasn’t that kind of woman.
She couldn’t be.
Five years ago, if she hadn’t donated her rib, he wouldn’t have survived–even if Natalie had found the Witch Doctor.
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Thinking of that, Jensen stepped forward and protectively pulled Sharon behind him. Then he looked at Natalie.
His emotions were complicated.
She shouldn’t have come today.
If she’d stayed away, none of this would’ve happened.
His eyes grew colder.
“Natalie, what are you doing? This is Luke Corp’s product launch, not your personal stage. Out of respect for our history, leave now, and we’ll pretend this never happened. If not, I won’t forgive you.”
Natalie was surprised.
And yet… not really.
The man who once pressed her for answers about her scars, swearing vengeance in her name, had died the moment he registered his marriage with Sharon.
Something rose in her throat, but before she could speak, the suited man cut in again.
“Mr. Luke, I’ve already submitted these videos to the police. The truth will be clear soon enough.”
“And who the hell are you? Why are you here, ruining our event?”
Jensen’s voice dropped low, fury leaking from every word.
But the man’s tone remained cold.
“Just a nobody. I saw injustice and decided to act. Since you’re so proud of this launch, let’s see whether Ms. Sharon is truly the designer Sunny.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying Sharon’s claim to being Sunny is fake too?”
“That can’t be. Mr. Luke confirmed it himself.”
The crowd started buzzing again.
Jensen’s expression changed instantly.
No matter what happened with Natalie’s scars–even if Sharon really did hurt her–he could find a way to handle it. Offer Natalie compensation. Make it go away.
But if Sharon wasn’t actually Sunny…
Then she was finished.
He turned quickly to Natalie.
“Natalie, we’ve known each other for five years. Do you really want to take things this far? You know how hard I’ve worked to get here. I understand you were upset about being excluded today. You’ve made your point. Now it’s time to stop. Don’t push it any further–or I really will get angry.”
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His eyes narrowed with warning.
Natalie had always loved him.
Jensen knew exactly how much she’d sacrificed for him.
He also knew how much she feared upsetting him.
So after everything… surely she’d back down. Right?
