When She Turns Her Back Novel

Three minutes 392 Summary In Chapter 892 of "Three Minutes 392," the story begins on a rainy night, where Ava Gould anxiously awaits her son Jason's return home. Concerned for her well-being, the maid urges her to come inside, but Ava's anxiety over Jason's late arrival keeps her outside. The tension escalates when Ava discovers Jason unconscious on the ground, bleeding and unresponsive. Panic grips her as she calls out to him, and when he finally awakens, he warns her not to call the police, hinting at a dangerous secret involving someone named Troy.

As Jason struggles to regain his strength, he insists that confronting Troy right now would be futile. Ava's maternal instincts clash with Jason's determination to handle the situation himself, leading to a heated argument. After tending to Jason's wounds, Ava expresses her desire to seek help from Roselyn, while Jason receives a distressing call from his assistant about the company's turmoil, revealing that Troy's actions are part of a larger scheme to undermine him.

The narrative takes a personal turn as Ava suggests reaching out to Charles, a mutual acquaintance, for assistance against Troy. This suggestion ignites resentment in Jason, who feels overshadowed by Charles, especially regarding his feelings for Naomi, who is involved with Charles. The conflict escalates as Ava confronts Jason about his stubbornness and his feelings for Naomi, leading to a painful exchange where Jason asserts his independence and love for Naomi, despite her being Charles's girlfriend.

The chapter closes with Ava's disappointment and heartbreak as she realizes her son is determined to pursue his feelings for Naomi, regardless of the consequences. Jason, feeling both liberated and burdened by the weight of his choices, reflects on his desire to break free from others' expectations, setting the stage for further conflict and emotional turmoil. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **TITLE: Three Minutes 392** **CONTENT:** **Chapter 892** The clock struck ten, its chime echoing through the stillness of the night.

Outside, a fine drizzle persisted, casting a glossy sheen over the streets, making them glisten under the pale glow of the streetlights. The world felt damp and heavy, as if the rain carried the weight of unspoken worries. Suddenly, the front door of the Gould Residence creaked open, revealing a sliver of warmth and light spilling into the cold night. Two voices floated out, intertwining with the sound of rain. "Mrs. Gould, it's quite late, and the air is so chilly. You really shouldn't be out here," the maid urged, her tone laced with concern.

Ava's voice, tinged with anxiety and a hint of desperation, responded, "Jason still hasn't come home. My right eye keeps twitching, and this gnawing feeling of dread just won't leave me. I had to come out and wait for him. Maybe once he's back, I'll finally find some peace." The maid, her brow furrowing with worry, replied, "Mrs. Gould, Mr. Logan is a grown man. He can handle himself. Please, you must prioritize your own health." Ava turned sharply to the maid, ready to retort, but her words caught in her throat as she noticed something in the shadows.

A pair of legs lay sprawled on the ground, partially illuminated by the light from the doorway. A surge of fear gripped her, and she instinctively clamped a hand over her mouth. "Mary, c-could you... go check what that is?" she stammered, her voice trembling with trepidation. Her heart raced, and her lips quivered uncontrollably as she watched Mary cautiously approach the shadowy figure. Mary, though terrified, steeled herself and crouched down. The moment she recognized the figure, a scream escaped her lips. "Mrs. Gould, it's... it's Mr.

Logan!" Ava's heart dropped as she rushed forward, her pulse pounding in her ears. When she looked down and saw Jason-her beloved son-lying there, unconscious and pale, panic surged through her veins like ice water. He was bleeding profusely, and the sight of him so still sent her into a frenzy. "Jason! Jason!" she cried out, her voice rising in desperation, but he remained unresponsive, lost in the depths of unconsciousness. Her hands trembled violently as she fumbled for her phone, her mind racing as she tried to dial for help, but the numbers blurred before her eyes.

Just when she thought she might collapse under the weight of her fear, Jason's eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes that were dim and distant. His voice, barely more than a whisper, broke through the tension. "Mom... don't... don't call the cops." Ava stared at him, bewildered and alarmed. "Why? Who did this to you?" she demanded, her heart aching with maternal instinct. Jason's gaze flickered to the maid standing behind Ava for a fleeting moment before he quickly averted his eyes, a silent communication passing between them that Ava couldn't quite decipher.

In that instant, she sensed he was hiding something-a secret he felt was too dangerous to share in front of Mary. Once she dismissed the maid, the howling wind and the relentless rain seemed to amplify the silence that enveloped them in the dim hallway. With great effort, Jason propped himself up against the wall, his body trembling from weakness. He looked at Ava, his expression filled with a mix of pain and resolve. "It was Troy." Ava's blood boiled at the mere mention of that name. "I don't care! I'm calling the cops right now!" she declared, her voice firm with maternal fury.

**Chapter 399** Jason leaned his head back against the wall, allowing the rain to wash over him, mingling with the blood that had soaked his clothes. He shook his head slowly, a bitter smile crossing his lips. "There's no point. It won't help anyway!" Ava's frustration boiled over. She glared at him, her voice sharp as a knife. "So we're just supposed to let this slide? Just like that?" Jason's expression hardened. "If he dared to pull this off, he must have something planned.

We can't do anything right now." Suppressing her anger, Ava turned to the staff, instructing them to help Jason back inside. She felt a surge of determination. They needed to act, and quickly. Once inside, after the servants had assisted him in showering and changing into fresh clothes, Ava finally entered his room. She perched herself at the edge of the bed, her eyes swollen and red from tears. "I've been thinking about this nonstop.

We can't just let it go like this." The bullet had been removed from Jason's leg, and the wound was carefully bandaged, but he lay there, fragile and exhausted, lifting his head slowly to meet her gaze. "Mom, I told you, it's too late to do anything now." Ava's resolve was unyielding. "I'm going to find Roselyn. She'll have a way to help us." Before Jason could protest, his phone erupted into a shrill ring, cutting through the thick tension in the room. The ringtone echoed ominously, sending chills down their spines.

Jason glanced at the screen, and his heart sank-it was his assistant calling. Receiving a call at such an hour was never a good omen. He answered, and his assistant's anxious voice came through, laden with urgency. "Mr. Gould, we lost a few key partners tonight. If these deals fall through, we won't be able to fulfill our orders, and we'll face significant damages. Plus, our entertainment subsidiary is in turmoil-a scandal has erupted involving our top-earning artist, and now our official accounts are being flooded with angry fans." Jason maintained an eerie calm, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Alright, I'm aware." His assistant, taken aback by Jason's lack of panic, stammered, "Mr. Gould, then..." Before he could finish, Jason interrupted, his tone flat and authoritative. "Just do your job." In that moment, Jason understood that this chaos was Troy's handiwork. Troy's ruthlessness extended far beyond a mere warning shot; it was a calculated attack meant to cripple him. The assistant attempted to speak again, but Jason wasn't interested in hearing more. He hung up, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. Ava's expression shifted to one of concern.

"What happened?" Jason replied in a monotone, "Troy's going after the company." Unable to contain herself any longer, Ava sprang to her feet, her resolve igniting. "I'm going to find Charles-he's sure to help us out." The mention of Charles ignited a fire within Jason, irritation flaring up unexpectedly. *Why would I go to him? What could he possibly do for me?* he thought, resentment bubbling beneath the surface. **19:87 Mon, Nov 2** **Chapter agg** Ava blinked in confusion, searching Jason's face for understanding. "Aren't you two friends?

With Charles on our side, he could totally help us out. Honestly, there's no one else who can stand up to Troy except for Charles." Those words struck a nerve in Jason, igniting a familiar resentment. *Why is it always Charles who gets all the attention while I'm left in his shadow?* he pondered, bitterness twisting in his chest. Whether it was about the woman he loved or his career, the narrative remained unchanged. But this time, he was determined not to seek Charles's help. "Mom, this is my problem, not Charles's. If something's wrong with the company, I'll handle it myself.

I don't need anyone else stepping in," Jason stated firmly, his tone resolute. Seeing her son's stubbornness, Ava's frustration mounted. "Why are you being so obstinate? Is this all because of Naomi? We're at a breaking point here, and you're still letting a woman come between you and Charles?" Jason's patience snapped, and he shouted back, "Mom, I like her! Is that so wrong?" Ava's voice cracked with emotion. "Jason, is that why you've never wanted to get married? All because of her? But don't you understand? She belongs to Charles.

Why are you even fighting him over her?" Jason had heard that same refrain countless times before. *Just because Charles likes Naomi, does that mean I have to give up on her?* he thought, frustration boiling inside him. Now, even his own mother echoed those sentiments, deepening his anger. His expression darkened, and he shot Ava a cold, defiant look. "So what if she's his woman? Can't I like her too?" Ava smacked him lightly on the head, incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?" Jason lifted his chin, his eyes burning with determination. "Out of my mind?

About what, Mom?" Ava's voice trembled, heavy with heartbreak. "If it weren't for Charles, I wouldn't even be alive today. How could you act like this?" "Mom, it was Hector who saved you, not Charles. What does he have to do with any of this?" Jason shot back, frustration spilling over. "Jason, you're really hopeless. Of all the women out there, you just have to fall for Charles's girl. I will never let that happen," Ava snapped, her voice sharp. Jason had always prided himself on being the good son, but tonight, he was done listening to anyone else's expectations.

*Why must I always play second fiddle to Charles?* resentment burned within him. With a fierce determination, he declared, "I don't care if you approve or not-I like Naomi. If that's such a big deal, then feel free to stop calling me your son." Ava stood frozen, staring at Jason in disbelief, her heart heavy with disappointment. After what felt like an eternity, she turned and left the room, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her sorrow. Jason leaned back against the headboard, staring blankly into the void before him.

For the first time, he felt a strange sense of liberation wash over him, unburdened by the expectations that had always loomed over him. Conclusion In the aftermath of that tumultuous night, the air in the Gould Residence hung thick with unresolved tension and the remnants of hurtful words exchanged. Ava, heartbroken and disillusioned, grappled with the realization that her son was slipping away from her grasp, choosing a path that diverged sharply from the one she envisioned for him.

The weight of her disappointment settled heavily on her shoulders, yet beneath it lay a flicker of understanding. Jason's fierce declaration of independence marked a turning point; he was no longer the obedient son molded by her expectations, but a young man asserting his own identity, even if it meant stepping into a world fraught with danger and uncertainty. For Jason, the confrontation had ignited a spark of defiance, liberating him from the shadows of comparison and expectation.

No longer bound by the chains of familial obligation, he embraced the tumult within him, fueled by his feelings for Naomi and the desire to carve out his own destiny. As he lay in the quiet of his room, the storm outside mirrored the turmoil in his heart, yet within that chaos, he found a newfound resolve. The road ahead was fraught with challenges, but he was ready to face them on his own terms, no longer defined by his mother's fears or his friend's successes.

With Jason's stubborn resolve to handle his issues alone and Ava's fierce determination to protect her son, the emotional stakes will rise, leading to revelations that could change the course of their relationship forever. Will Jason finally open up about his feelings for Naomi, or will his pride push him further away from the family he desperately wants to protect? Moreover, the shadow of Troy looms larger than ever, and it becomes increasingly clear that his machinations are not just personal but also deeply intertwined with Jason's business empire.

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