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.

mind screamed with panic as she shot upright, delivering a furious

in a vice-like grip.

wrist further. "Do you really think you

expected such arrogance, and she

pleaded, "Judson, let

was involved this time too?" Judson's words cut sharply,

her vision blurring from pain, looked desperately

wife is Judson's mother," Hank corrected quickly, "Don't

Hank in disbelief, "What are you

"Father, no matter what, my mother bore you children and built The Grey Group children too? Why do you only love Judson?"

. Aren't we your

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

I truly loved. How could you compare yourselves to

Malcolm was left speechless.

"Aurora is gone! I'm

coldly,

fell

was cutting, "Malcolm, thought The Grey Group

you've proven yourself

You've compromised yourself trying to trap

belongs to