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

Chapter 116

The doctor finally finished his procedures and turned to Judson, his voice trembling slightly. "Mr. Buchanan, although there's an antidote for Lust, it can't fully cure it. The best remedy is physical contact..."

Judson's face was serious as he nodded in acknowledgment.

With that, the doctor quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

The large room fell quiet again. Judson watched Nancy as she slept restlessly, her brow slightly furrowed. His eyes held a deep, thoughtful look.

Gently, he placed a warm hand on her cheek, murmuring, "Nancy, you little heartbreaker, sleeping so peacefully. What am I supposed to do with you?"

Nancy unconsciously nuzzled against his hand, prompting Judson to stand abruptly. He lit a calming lavender-scented candle to soothe the room.

After ensuring Nancy was deep in sleep, Judson picked up his phone and stepped outside, letting the cold breeze clear his thoughts.

When Michael answered the call, he was clearly taken aback. "Hey, Jud, you done already? The night's not even over yet!"

Judson's face darkened. "Are you asking for a beating?"

Michael sensed something was off. "Wait a minute, you didn't... you didn't even touch her, did you?"

"Cut the nonsense," Judson snapped, his irritation mounting. "Has the Allen family started pushing back?" "They've started, but it's not doing much. Lucy's photos have gone completely viral."

the subject. "Oh, by the way, after you and Nancy left, Baldrick and Lenard showed up.

"Judson, it seems Baldrick's got his eyes on Nancy too. If he starts digging into our connections, want me to handle

his gaze cutting like a knife. "Just make sure he

rival lingering around for too

one who

at the Allen family

Smack-

face, sending her sprawling to the floor. Furious, she looked up at her

could I not?" Albert seethed, his eyes blazing with anger. "You've brought

young man entered the room, bearing a striking resemblance

the young man said, helping

voice choked with tears. "What should I do? My

internet, and there

expression was grave. "Lucy, do you

cunning face flashed in Lucy's mind, filling

Michael, a ruthless player from the Ferguson family who'd stop at

drain from her face. "You

ordered the

gaze was inscrutable. "But that's not even the worst