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

Chapter 110

"Boom-" A mouthful of blood splattered onto the floor.

The remaining men froze, completely taken aback by Judson's brutal blow, before turning on their heels to flee.

But they didn't get far. They were stopped in their tracks at the doorway by the chilling presence of a gun barrel aimed at their heads.

Michael held the gun with a chilling grin, his voice calm as if discussing the weather: "Did I say you could leave? Back inside."

The men, now terrified, retreated a couple of steps without a word.

Judson draped his coat over Nancy, who was barely standing on her own. If it weren't for Judson's arm around her waist, she'd have collapsed by now.

"Judson..." Nancy clutched his shirt collar, waves of heat washing over her body.

In that moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just her and Judson.

Judson held Nancy close. "Nancy, I'm here."

As she inhaled the subtle sandalwood scent from Judson, Nancy was about to speak but everything went black as she fainted.

Judson exclaimed in alarm, quickly scooping

and remarked, "It must be the drugs kicking in. She couldn't handle it and passed out. You

mask of fury, his gaze sweeping over

lips barely moved as he seethed, "Make Lucy pay for this before you

for daring to drug

for doubt about his intent. Even the air seemed to chill with Judson's

hadn't seen Judson this enraged in a long time, and he nodded quickly,

Judson was already carrying Nancy

soon fell

some nerve, messing with Lena. Should I take my time with you or

man recognized Michael. "Mr. Ferguson, it was that bitch Lucy who made

"Mr. Ferguson!"

gasped and dropped

-

realize my mistake,

die. It was all Lucy's doing. I'll

back at

nagging feeling ever since Nancy went to the restroom. She'd been gone too