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When She Rose From the Ashes

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Chapter 82 The First Meeting

Chapter 82 The First Meeting

The twins nodded quickly, their little hands clutching each other's tightly.

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Sean slipped his phone into Susie's palm. “This is what Mommy looks like. But Daddy said she might not look the

snow... maybe you shouldn't look.”

He tried to pull it back, regret flashing in his eyes, but Susie clutched it tighter.

“I want to see.”

She frowned, stubborn as ever, and tapped the gallery open.

The moment Natalie's portrait filled the screen, Susie’s lips parted in awe. “You look just like Mommy.”

“And you too.” Sean’s mouth curved into a faint, proud smile. He liked the thought of carrying his mother’s

features.

The two of them whispered back and forth in the car, voices bright with anticipation. Baron rode ahead in

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another vehicle, his gaze on documents, handling business matters with his usual cold precision. By the tthe

final contract was closed, the convoy had reached the villa.

He stepped out first, setting the papers aside, and walked to the twins’ car. Susie quickly pressed the phone back

into Sean’s hand before anyone could see. Together, hand in hand, they followed Baron inside under the watchful

care of the butler and his wife.

Finn and Shauna were waiting. When they caught sight of the children, both froze.

“Mr. Gunn... children?”

Neither had ever imagined Baron with more than one heir. Yet here stood not just Susie, but a boy too-sharp-

eyed and handsome, unmistakably his blood.

Baron didn’t answer. His silence was command enough. With a child in each hand, he strode past them into the

Villa.

“Prepare two children’s rooms,” he ordered coolly. “Tighten security. Nothing touches them.”

“Yes, sir.” Finn hurried off.

Shauna lingered a moment, stealing a glance at the twins. They were breathtaking-so like Baron, and so like

Natalie, it made her chest tighten. She quickly busied herself with arranging quarters for the butler couple.

Baron intended for the children to rest before meeting Natalie. But the twins refused.

“Daddy, take us to Mommy now. Please-we want to see her.”

“Yeah,” Sean chimed in, his small voice steady. “She doesn’t even know we exist, does she?”

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Baron's eyes darkened. He paused before speaking. “No... your mother doesn’t know. So when you see her, you

must be quiet. Don’t wake her. Just one look, then you rest. Daddy has to heal her.”

“Okay. We promise.”

Gone were their mischievous grins. They were solemn, obedient.

Baron felt a rare flicker of relief. He led them, one in each hand, into the sterile ward.

On the bed lay Natalie.

She had been unconscious since Baron left, slipping in and out of fever, her body broken by fire and relentless

pain. Even with medication, the agony left its imprint on every line of her face, every twitch of her body.

The twins froze.

Only moments ago, they'd been giggling over her painted likeness, beautiful and full of life. Now they stood

before the reality-her body ravaged, her skin burned beyond recognition.

Susie's tears spilled over instantly, round drops falling like pearls.

Sean said nothing, but his face darkened, jaw clenched, eyes fierce and stormy-the very image of Natalie herself.

“Why does Mommy look like this?” His voice was low, brittle.

Baron had braced himself for screams, fear, rejection. Instead, his daughter wept for Natalie, and his son’s face

clouded with silent rage. Something in Baron's chest loosened.

“She must hurt so much...” Susie’s soft voice trembled. “Daddy, who hurt her? Who's the bad man?”

Baron swallowed the surge of emotion, about to answer-when Natalie's fingers twitched.

“Natalie?”

He bent low, calling her name.

But her eyes remained closed, her breath shallow, her mind trapped in fevered dreams.

Still, that single movement was enough to twist his heart with hope-and with pain.

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