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

Chapter 197

Nancy's face turned pale, and without a second thought, she bolted.

It wasn't just Nancy-Neil's expression changed too, and he broke into a run without hesitation.

Mr. Buchanan wouldn't seriously harm Cyrus, would he?

After all, their boss had a reputation from his days in the military.

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Lenard lunged forward, grabbing Cyrus from behind and locking him in a tight hold. He shot a desperate look at Judson. "I've got him! Go on, hit him!"

Cyrus scowled, glaring at Lenard. "Let go!"

Lenard sneered, showing his teeth. "Why should I listen to you? If you've got the guts, hit me!"

Cyrus narrowed his eyes, gearing up to shout, but before he could, Judson's fist came flying toward him. Without hesitating, Cyrus lifted his leg and delivered a swift kick to Judson's chest.

Judson was just about to sidestep when an angry voice rang out from below. "Stop it, all of you!"

With the voice's command, Judson shot Cyrus a cold smile.

was off, but it was too late to pull back his kick. His foot

lost his balance and stumbled backward, missing a step

widened in shock, his voice

he really kick Judson that

Judson was playing him!

his thoughts, Judson lay sprawled

all composure in an instant, rushing to

"Judson, are you okay?!"

his head, eyes red. "Nancy, I'm fine... just my leg

His leg!

eyes darted to Judson's trembling right leg, realizing he was injured. She snapped her head

you out of your

with utter disdain. "No,

that hard? You kicked him down the stairs! That's assault!" Lenard shouted hysterically, not wasting another second before dashing down

Cyrus was dumbfounded. "Assault?"

call it? Everyone saw you kick Judson down. These stairs are steep-it's practically attempted murder!" Neil's face

utterly stunned. "No, I didn't! Nancy,

he could finish, a voice cut through, dripping with sarcasm: "If you did it, own up to it. At least then

Cyrus, to see Michael standing there on the opposite side of the second floor. Cyrus clenched his fists, visibly frustrated. "Why should I admit to something I didn't do? I barely touched Judson! If

footage?" Michael scoffed. "You must be new here. Everyone knows the NY organization doesn't allow cameras at

as he looked from Michael to Judson, who was cradled in