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

Chapter 60
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Chapter 60 Nancy shook her head vigorously. "Nope, I'm okay." As they stopped, with Judson rolling on the ground to protect her, she found herself lying on top of him. "As long as you're okay, that's all that matters, Nancy. Don't be scared..." Judson's voice trembled as he lifted his hand to caress her face gently, only to blackout.

Nancy's voice was panicked, unlike her usual calm demeanor, "Judson!" Ann, who had crashed into the studio's front door, was shocked. Seeing Judson and Nancy lying in a pool of blood, she was lost.

Did she kill someone? Before Ann could gather her thoughts, the car door was flung open.

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Lifting her head, she barely had a chance to see who it was before Orlando slapped her hard across the face. Her ears rang, and Orlando dragged her out of the car before she could recover.

"Ann, if anything happens to Lena and her man, you better be ready to spend the rest of your life behind bars!" After saying that, Orlando kicked Ann before rushing to Nancy and Judson, not wasting a moment to pick Judson up.

"Lena, we need to get to the hospital now!" Nancy nodded firmly but gave Ann one last look before leaving. The warmth in her eyes had vanished, leaving only a chilling severity.

Lying on the ground, Ann watched the scene unfold, looked at the blood on the ground, and began to scream in fear, scrambling into the car. "I didn't kill him. I need to get to the airport. Yes, I need to leave this place..." Once Judson was rushed to the emergency room, Nancy sat numbly in the hospital corridor, her mind replaying the image of his concerned look. The pain in her heart was indescribable. Judson had gotten hurt trying to save her, but was it worth it? After all, she was running away from her past, seeking refuge in a place where she thought she could start anew. How could Judson be so foolish! Orlando approached, clenching his fists. "Lena, don't worry. I won't let Ann get away with this!" Nancy's gaze was heavy. "She's probably heading to the airport. Call the police and have them intercept her." Orlando frowned. "And what about your injuries? I understand. I'll head there right away." Before he could finish, Nancy's intense gaze stopped him. Gone was any trace of warmth or detachment, replaced by a deep fury.

Orlando turned and left. Ann had crossed the line this tand had to pay the price.

The corridor grew silent again.

The surgery lasted two hours before the nurse wheeled Judson out, followed by the lead surgeon, Dr. Collins.

Nancy immediately stood up, her heart pounding at the sight of Judson's pale, unconscious face. "Dr. Collins, how is Judson?" "He'll be okay. It's mostly superficial wounds. The bleeding was mainly due to the wounds reopening, but we've stitched them up." Dr. Collins instructed the nurse to take Judson to his room, then turned to Nancy sternly, "You need to stay with him in the hospital for the next three days. After that, he can go hto recover." Leaving Judson alone in the hospital was not an option after he nearly threw Dr. Collins out of a window once. Nobody wanted to face such a scare! Nancy nodded, "Of course." She was the reason he got injured, after all.

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But then, recalling the bandages wrapped around Judson's head, she asked, "Dr. Collins, with this head injury, could his concussion get worse?"

"In theory, yes," Dr. Collins answered thoughtfully, "but it might also dispel sof the shadow's clouding his of mind. It's hard to say with head injuries. I fear it might worsen." Nancy softly acknowledged. "Thank you. I'll go check on him." With that, she turned and walked toward the room.

Opening the door, Nancy saw Judson lying quietly on the hospital bed.

m Despite the bandages on his head and his pallor, he had a certain sickly beauty to his usual handsfeatures. A strong hand suddenly grasped hers as she reached out to touch his furrowed brow.

Judson, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at the person by his bedside with shock and confusion, "Nancy?"