The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow

Without waiting for Judson to simmer down, Orlando gazed at Nancy with deep affection, "Lena, it's getting late. Let me drive you home."

Nancy arched an eyebrow, not even bothering to open her mouth to reply.

Judson immediately stepped before her, a cold smirk on his face. "Thanks, but no need. I'll take my wife home."

He grabbed Nancy's hand, pulling her up, "Babe, let's head home!"

As his words fell, he didn't give Nancy a chance to speak and tugged her away.

Orlando watched, a surge of irritation chasing his thoughts as he followed them out.

"Nancy, wait here for me. I'll bring the car around," Judson said, holding Nancy's hand but shooting

Orlando a warning look. As if to say: Try to take my wife, I dare you!

As he watched Judson walk away, frustration bubbled up in Orlando, and he turned to Nancy with a laugh laced with sarcasm. "Lena, where on earth did you find this guy?"

"He showed up on my doorstep," Nancy replied coldly.

Orlando didn't know what to say in response.

Seeing Nancy's sincere look, Orlando couldn't resist saying, "A doorstep delivery isn't usually high quality. Maybe it's time to let him go. I'm off then.'

Why did Judson get to be the one when Nancy treated him merely as a business partner? In what way was he inferior to Judson?

While standing there, Nancy caught Orlando's words, her gaze inadvertently falling on Judson in the distance, a subtle confusion in her eyes.

Perhaps it was best to let Judson go sooner rather than later. After all, his dependency on her was nothing but a facade. They weren't husband and wife.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, a black car lurked.

Behind the wheel, Ann watched the scene with a distorted expression. The thought of Orlando looking at Nancy with such affection and the fact that he had forcefully sent her to prison, even risking a fallout with the powerful Harris family, twisted her heart.

Lena, that vile woman, already had a handsome husband yet kept other men on a string. And there she was, forced to hide for two years before returning. It wasn't fair! The person who deserved to die was Lena.noveldrama

With that thought, Ann's face twisted further, her foot slamming on the accelerator as the car lunged toward Nancy, "Nancy, go to hell!"

Hand on the car door, Judson heard the commotion and turned, his eyes bulging with rage.

"Babe, watch out!"

Upon hearing Judson's shout, Nancy turned just in time to see the car speeding toward her, her pupils dilating in shock.

Hearing the commotion, Orlando lost all composure, shouting in panic, "Lena!"

But as Orlando rushed forward, another figure moved faster.

Nancy instinctively stepped back, catching a glimpse of Ann's ice-cold, hate-filled face, but then stumbled over a rock.

No escape. Just as the car was about to hit her, Nancy felt herself pulled into a warm, fiery embrace, rolling away.

Bang! The car crashed into the studio's front door.

Holding Nancy, Judson rolled several times before stopping.

Nancy quickly opened her eyes, her panicked gaze meeting his deep ones. She was about to speak when her face paled, "Judson, you're bleeding!"

Blood covered Judson's face. Not just that, there was blood under him, too.

Nancy's breath nearly stopped, overtaken by fear. "Judson, are you okay? Please don't scare me!"

"I... I'm fine..." Judson's breathing was ragged, his gaze never leaving Nancy, "Babe, are you hurt?"