Chapter 142
Chapter 142 The Finger Lost
Chapter 142 The Finger Lost
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When Hansel explained, Sharon let out a sharp, mocking laugh.
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“You think I’m an idiot? A laptop exploding? Why not say Jensen blew himself instead?”
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Hansel bit back his frustration. “It’s true. The notebook belonged to Miss Natalie. Mr. Luke insisted no one else touch it.”
Sharon’s eyes narrowed. “Whose notebook?”
He realized his slip too late. “Nothing. Forget it.”
But his hesitation only poured fuel on Sharon’s rage.
“Natalie! Again Natalie! What is she, some ghost that won’t die? Why leave her laptop in Grand Pavilion? She’s dead, don’t you understand? Dead! Keeping a dead woman’s things is disgusting!”
She was nearly shrieking.
Hansel tried to soothe her. “Mr. Luke gave the order. Everything in Grand Pavilion was to remain untouched.”
“You’re his assistant. Why didn’t you advise him when he was being irrational? Sometimes I think you’re nothing but Natalie’s spy, left behind to ruin him! Let me tell you–if Jensen’s fine, good. But if anything happens to him, I’ll destroy you!”
She vented all her fury on Hansel. Inside, she burned with another bitterness.
Recently Mrs. Summers had started slipping, calling her by the wrong name, even blurting out “Natalie.” The old woman’s tongue should have been cut out. Sharon was her true daughter. Natalie was supposed to be gone forever–yet her name still lingered like a curse.
Unforgivable.
And now Jensen too? Natalie’s shadow, everywhere.
Sharon’s chest heaved with fury. This wasn’t the life she wanted. She had clawed her way up to become Mrs. Luke, envied by everyone. But Jensen no longer looked at her with love. He avoided her, resented her. She had won the title but lost the man.
It wasn’t fair.
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Two hours crawled by before the light over the operating room flickered off. Sharon lunged forward and grabbed the doctor by his coat.
“How’s my husband’s finger? Do you know who he is? He’s Jensen, president of Luke Corp! If you can’t fix him, I’ll make sure none of you ever work again!”
The surgeon, already exhausted, stiffened in anger. “Mrs. Luke, I did everything possible. But the finger was blown off at the scene. No one alive could reattach it. Even if he were a god come down to earth, the treatment would be the same.”
“You-!”
Hansel quickly pulled Sharon back, afraid she would provoke the man further. “Doctor, what about the rest of him?”
The doctor exhaled. “Mr. Luke is stable. His life is not in danger. But the finger cannot be saved.”
Hansel lowered his head, the weight of it heavy.
Sharon, who had been fuming over being called Ms. Summers earlier, now erupted anew. “Useless quacks! Of course the finger can be reattached! Get back in there and try again!”
Her own ruined right hand throbbed at the memory–every storm, every shift of the weather brought agony. Now Jensen too was maimed.
Was it Natalie’s curse? Was that woman’s ghost still clawing at them?
A chill scraped her spine. She turned to Hansel, eyes wild. “Should we go to a church? Get a blessing? A cleansing?”
Hansel’s brow creased deeply. Now he understood perfectly why Jensen avoided her bed, why he’d rather sleep at the office. She was unhinged.
“Mrs. Summers, it’s a new world. Science, not superstition. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
He ordered Jensen transferred to intensive care.
When Sharon tried to follow, Hansel blocked her.
“I’ll take care of Mr. Luke. You should go home and rest.”
Blocked again and again, Sharon’s face twisted with fury.
“Hansel, I’m Mrs. Luke! I’m Jensen’s wife! If you call me Ms. Summers one more time, I swear
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