From Ashes to Queen: Now I Call the Shots novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 This Isn’t Scarlett’s Doing

Stanley immediately rushed over when he heard the commotion.

The moment he saw Scarlett inserting needles into someone, his face turned pale.

“What are you doing?!”

Scarlett’s expression remained calm, her cold eyes betraying no emotion.

“Saving him. Can’t you see that?”

Stanley looked like he was about to explode.

“You? Saving someone?”

“Do you even know who this is?”

“How many years have you even studied?!”

Rebecca jumped in anxiously.

“Scarlett, stop messing around. Stanley hasn’t abandoned you–you don’t need to pull this kind of stunt to get his attention. If something goes wrong, our entire Joyner family will have to pay for it!”

Emily, hearing them speak, instantly flew into a rage.

“So you’re that mistaken heiress who publicly severed ties with the family! I actually thought you had a bit of guts. Turns out the Joyner family really cut you off, and now you’re crawling back, trying to use my father to draw attention? Disgusting! Where are the guards? Arrest her!”

Rebecca immediately began to cry.

“Ms. Emily, I’m sorry. I apologize on Scarlett’s behalf. Please, just for the sake of my teacher, be the bigger person and forgive her, alright?”

Emily’s eyes filled with even more disdain as she coldly snorted.

“Fine. Just because of you. Now take this disgraceful woman and get lost!”

“Ms. Emily, if I leave now, your father will die for sure.”

Stanley growled in frustration.

“Enough! You really think having a few needles makes you some legendary healer? Know your place! Get over here and apologize to the Lewis family!”

The Lewis family’s bodyguards had arrived. The air in the hospital room turned icy in an instant, like a blade hovering over Scarlett’s neck.

It felt like the smallest move from her would end in her decapitation.

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“So lively in here.”

The voice, light and laced with amusement, instantly dispelled all that murderous pressure.

Everyone turned toward the door.

Sean stood there with a devil–may–care grin, his tone teasing.

And right behind him-

Jasper walked in slowly.

He didn’t say a word, but the aura radiating from him was suffocating.

“Mr. Fletcher! Mr. Dave!”

Even the Lewis family members began to panic. Their bodyguards stepped aside immediately.

Sean glanced lazily at the now–silent Emily and snapped his fingers.

“I could hear your voice from down the hall. What happened–cat got your tongue now?”

Emily said nothing.

In the corner, Rebecca saw Jasper and immediately felt her heart flutter.

This was the legendary Mr. Fletcher–the man who could flip skies with a flick of his wrist. The one even the Joyner family had no hope of befriending.

He was so handsome it made her heart skip.

If she could win his favor–hell, even just become friends–she could probably walk through Trenwyn like royalty.

She quickly pushed to the front, teary–eyed and soft–voiced.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Fletcher, Mr. Dave. Scarlett’s just upset that Stanley didn’t give her any resources, that’s why she acted out. But don’t worry–she realizes she was wrong now. She won’t make any more trouble. Please, don’t hold it against her.”

Every expression, every gesture, even the angle at which her tears fell–perfectly executed.

Like a delicate white blossom crushed by a storm–heartbreakingly fragile.

But Jasper didn’t even glance at her.

Sean did–and instantly regretted it. Goosebumps erupted all over his skin.

Why the hell had he felt bad for her at the birthday banquet?

The fake sweetness was so thick it was suffocating.

He snapped, “You’re so kind. Why don’t you go die in her place?”

Rebecca turned pale instantly.

“I–I… Mr. Dave…”

Emily shot her a look of disgust. “My father’s critically ill today, and I’m not in a good mood. If I offended you, please forgive me. I’ll visit to apologize in person another day.”

Her every move dripped with composure.

Until-

Her mother suddenly screamed.

“What are you doing?!”

Emily’s carefully crafted image instantly shattered. She was just about to signal her mother to stop when-

She finally saw that Scarlett, standing by the hospital bed, had already inserted seven or eight needles.

Which meant, while everyone else had been paralyzed by Jasper’s presence, Scarlett had been calmly focusing on how to administer treatment?

“You bitch! You actually dared lay hands on my dad!”

Emily couldn’t care less about appearances now. She shoved aside her panicked mother and charged toward Scarlett.

Scarlett didn’t even lift her head.

Her hand flicked slightly–and the needles flew.

No one even saw the path they traveled. The next moment, Emily was frozen in place like someone hit her pressure point–unable to speak, unable to move, her face twisted with rage.

Madam Lewis rushed to order the guards–only to suddenly feel a chilling gaze.

She met Jasper’s eyes–dark as frozen water.

Her body trembled instantly. She didn’t dare move a muscle.

The room seemed frozen in time.

All eyes locked on Scarlett’s hand as she continued to insert needles.

“Beep–beep–beep–beep!”

The medical equipment, which had fallen silent as Mr. Grayson neared the end, suddenly lit up again.

Blood pressure–normal.

Oxygen saturation–normal.

Respiratory rate–normal.

Body temperature–97 degrees.

Intracranial pressure–stable!

“Impossible!”

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