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

Chapter 201

Nancy's face was serious as she spoke, "As long as he keeps away from Judson Buchanan, I won't spill the beans."

The unspoken threat was clear: if Cyrus came after Judson again, she wouldn't hold back.

Lenard nodded firmly, saying, "Exactly. We don't start trouble, but we sure as heck aren't afraid of it." He couldn't shake the haunting image of Judson, bloodied and falling down the stairs.

Clenching his fists, Lenard asked, "Nancy, was Cyrus always this nasty? Did he ever hurt you like this?" Nancy hesitated, her fingers pausing mid-air as a flashback of Hayley Grant lying in a pool of blood, with Cyrus' twisted face looming over, crossed her mind. The judgmental gazes of everyone else were all too vivid.

Seeing Nancy's silence, Lenard felt a chill of fear. "Nancy, why won't you answer me? Did Cyrus harm you too? No wonder you wanted a divorce, to escape from him."

How dare that monster!

While Lenard was fuming, Nancy remained calm. "It's all in the past. Cyrus and I are done for good." "He doesn't deserve you. He forgot all the love you gave him," Lenard said, his anger growing. "At least Judson's been there for you. Cyrus is just a jerk. If I see him again, I'll give him a piece of my mind." Nancy gently patted Lenard's shoulder, amused at how it seemed like he was the one wronged by Cyrus. The corridor grew quiet, and the tension lightened a bit. Lenard took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He didn't want his emotions to upset Nancy. After all, Nancy had been through the worst of it. "Nancy, you should stay here at the hospital with Judson for the next few days. We'll plan things with Potter in a week."

go ahead and discuss things. Call me if anything comes up."

the caller ID and answered in a hushed

said made Lenard frown,

you have work to do back at the office, go ahead. I've got things covered

to refuse, but

interfere with

her resolve, Lenard knew arguing was pointless.

soon as Lenard was out of sight, a loud crash

as she hurriedly opened

"Judson, are you alr-"

died on her lips as she saw Judson sprawled on the floor. Her face fell as she marched over. "Who told you to

her with red-rimmed eyes, "Nancy, my head hurts, and I feel like I might puke." "I'll call the doctor," Nancy said, assisting Judson back onto the bed. As she was about to step away, he grabbed her waist with surprising strength and pulled her close. Judson

go.

away but hesitated, considering his