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

"You're useless," Judson sneered coldly, "You think you can take me on with that pathetic skill?"

Malcolm's eyes narrowed, his tongue brushing against his bruised lip as he stared at Judson's contemptuous expression. Anger flared within him, and with a quick surge of energy, he was on his feet, swinging a punch.

The fight was brutal and relentless, each punch landing with a sickening thud. Neither man held back as if determined to finish the other off.

The brawl stretched on for a good twenty minutes. Judson deftly sidestepped Malcolm's swinging fist, forming his hand into a fist and delivering a powerful blow to Malcolm's neck.

The punch sent Malcolm stumbling backward, his body collapsing in defeat as he cradled his throat with both hands, coughing violently.

Watching Malcolm's bloody and disheveled state, Judson smirked coldly, "Pathetic. As the firstborn, you should have done better. Now, I'll end this."

With that, he lifted a chair and swung it hard at Malcolm's legs.

The impact was immediate. Pain radiated from Malcolm's legs, causing him to groan in agony.

It was then that a panicked voice cut through the tension, "Malcolm!"

Michael turned to see Lilly rushing in, her face twisted with horror, with Hank Buchanan following at a more leisurely pace. He was Judson's father.

Despite being in his fifties, Hank still carried himself with a commanding presence, his features handsome and only lightly etched with age. His resemblance to Judson was striking, sharing the same sharp features but with a mature refinement.

Lilly knelt by Malcolm, her eyes wide with horror at both the blood on his forehead and the unnatural angle of his legs.

furious slap towards Judson. "You bastard! How dare you hurt

a vice-like grip. Lilly's

dangerously, twisting her wrist further. "Do you really think you

and

his voice strained, pleaded, "Judson, let her

you think I don't know Lilly was involved

vision blurring from pain, looked desperately at

you calling 'darling'? My wife is Judson's mother," Hank corrected quickly, "Don't say such nonsense in front of

in

my mother bore you children and

. Aren't we your

seemed genuinely surprised, but quickly retorted, "Judson is the child of

loved. How could you compare yourselves

Malcolm was left speechless.

out, her voice breaking, "Aurora is gone!

laughed coldly, "Do you really think I don't

and Malcolm fell silent under

The Grey

you've proven yourself

compromised yourself trying to trap

belongs to