The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 90

Lenard knew Nancy didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer, so he swiftly changed the topic. "It's not just me teaming up with Potter. You're in on this, too."

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I've discussed it with Potter. We're bringing you into the fold! Nancy, wait till you finish the business conference, and then you can join us in the trenches."

Lenard's voice turned serious as if recalling something, "Since you left that jerk, I haven't given you anything. Nancy, you truly are the queen of design in my eyes. I hope you shine like you're meant to." Caught off guard, Nancy paused before softly acknowledging, "I understand, Lenard. Thank you." While she was focused on promoting Hollywood A-listers, the project with Potter had the potential to flop. Still, it was definitely the quickest way to break into the international market.

"Nancy, we're family here. There's no need for formalities. You'll always be my kin, so don't thank me. I hate it," Lenard said with pride and affection, "I'm off to grab a bite with Potter. We'll talk later." With a hum, Nancy ended the call.

As she set down her phone, Judson approached, carrying a bowl of steaming chicken soup in a careful, almost childlike manner, and placed it before Nancy.

Hands behind his back, he looked like a kid who knew he'd done something wrong. "Nancy, did I upset you by taking matters into my hands?"

Nancy responded curtly, "No."

as if remembering something else, tensely asked, "Was it because I disobeyed and went to

frowned, "Judson, do you even remember

crossed Judson's face. "So, you're worried

you'll need to wait for your memory to return before

around her. "Nancy, I don't want to

could smell the

go of me," she

away," Judson pleaded, his voice breaking as he buried his head in

did you need

picture," Judson admitted, his eyes tearing up as he lifted his head. "Nancy, I was scared you would leave me behind. Also, I fell trying to climb over the wall. Look, I bled," he said, rolling up his pant leg to show the dried bloodstain on his

back, offering a pitiful look. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt. Don't be mad. I'll be good from now

Nancy's heart softened. After all, what was the point of arguing with someone

from her drawer. "Come here, let me take