When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: The Mother’s Struggle

Rachel’s anger surged so fiercely that it felt as if her chest might burst. She instinctively clutched at her heart, struggling to draw in a steady breath as a wave of pain washed over her.

In that intense moment, Jensen suddenly appeared, wielding a stick he had seemingly pulled from nowhere. “Die,” he hissed, swinging it sharply toward Rachel’s head. His movements were rapid, brutal, and precise—leaving Rachel no chance to defend herself.

Gone was the clownish facade he had worn moments before; his face now held a deadly seriousness, revealing that his earlier behavior had been nothing but a cruel act. The cold, murderous glare in Jensen’s eyes sent a chill deep into Rachel’s bones, making her dizzy from the force of the blow.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably as she felt warm blood trickle down her forehead. She realized with a sickening certainty that her head was bleeding. How could her own son—her beloved child—have attacked her with such violence, again and again?

Suddenly, a harsh, bitter laugh erupted from Rachel’s throat, echoing through the tense room. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on her skin.

Jensen blinked in surprise; despite his full-strength strike, Rachel hadn’t fallen. Hearing her wild laughter, a strange feeling crept over him. “You really aren’t normal,” he muttered, raising the stick once more.

But before he could strike again, Rachel’s hand shot out, snatching the weapon from him. With a fierce slap, she struck his face. “Did you honestly think I was powerless? If I hadn’t held back for your sake, do you believe you could have hurt me so easily?” Her eyes burned with a wild, untamed fire.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Jensen by the neck and slammed him against the headboard with force. Jensen, drained and weak from his previous attacks, had no strength left to resist. Now, he was completely at her mercy.

Blood continued to drip from Rachel’s wound, but she seemed unaware, her gaze sharp and filled with a complex mixture of emotions. The grip she held on Jensen did not loosen in the slightest.

“Cough, cough… what exactly do you want?” Jensen managed to choke out, struggling for breath. His lungs burned, and his teeth clenched in frustration, wishing he could bite his way free—but he was utterly powerless.

Rachel never imagined that one day she would see such hatred and loathing in the eyes of her own son. The pain in her heart was far deeper and sharper than the cut on her forehead.

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