Chapter 184 

“Ms. Gonzalez, rest assured, your husband is just fine. He can be discharged right away, but he needs to take it easy for a while,” the doctor advised before turning and leaving the room. 

The big hospital room went dead quiet. 

Judson gazed at Nancy, who still looked downcast, guilt written all over her face. 

“Nancy, are you upset that I’m okay?” Judson teased, feigning a hurt expression. 

Nancy didn’t even pause to think. “No, it’s just… I feel like I’ve dragged you into this mess,” she said, clearly blaming herself–for Judson’s injury. 

*Dragged me in?” Judson wasn’t satisfied with that explanation. “Nancy, you’re my wife. Cyrus has been running his mouth for too long, and I’ve wanted to put him in his place for ages.” 

“He bullied you. What kind of man bullies a woman? He’s a coward,” Judson said, his face full of anger. 

Nancy’s lips curled slightly as she looked at Judson, whose anger was palpable. “He is a coward.” 

She had been blind to think Cyrus was ever a good guy. 

Judson wrapped his uninjured arm around Nancy’s slim waist, resting his chin against her stomach, his eyes fixed intently on her. 

‘Nancy, I’m not like him. Can you promise to only like me from now on?” he asked. 

Seeing the man completely focused on her, Nancy’s heart skipped a beat before diving into a whirlpool of mixed emotions. It was a shame Judson had lost his memory; the real Judson didn’t actually feel that way 

about her. 

Nancy gently ruffled Judson’s hair, a wave of fatigue washing over her. “Judson, I’m a bit tired. Let’s go home.” 

Catching Nancy’s mood, Judson quickly covered up his momentary disappointment and nodded, saying, “Okay.” 

Just as Nancy and Judson left the hospital, Cyrus was wheeled out of the operating room by the doctor. 

“Doctor, is Mr. Gordon going to be alright?” Caleb hurried over, concern etched on his face. 

“He’ll be fine,” the doctor reassured. “He has a minor concussion from hitting his head, but he just needs some 

rest.” 

Caleb breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t get a chance to speak before a shrill voice cut through the air. “Caleb, how’s Cyrus?!” 

Caleb turned slightly to see Sarah rushing over. 

Looking at Cyrus, who lay pale on the bed, his forehead bandaged, Sarah’s eyes filled with nothing but concern. She turned sharply to Caleb, her eyes red. 

“Cyrus was meeting with Nancy to discuss a contract tonight, so whoever attacked Cyrus must have something to do with Nancy!” 

Caleb hesitated. “No, it wasn’t Mrs. Gonzalez who hurt Mr. Gordon.” 

Sarah, ever perceptive, caught the hesitation. “Even if it wasn’t Nancy directly, it must have been someone she knows… it was Judson, wasn’t it!” 

By the time she finished, her tone was almost certain, her eyes fierce. “Whoever dared to hurt Cyrus, I’ll make Judson pay for it!” 

No one was allowed to harm Cyrus. 

Caleb, watching the determined Sarah, knew she was the heiress of one of the four great families of West 

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Haven. Still, Judson always gave him an unsettling feeling, like he was dealing with something dark and unpredictable. 

Sarah might not let Judson off the hook, but Caleb doubted Judson would let Mr. Gordon get away with this 

either. 

Caleb’s instincts proved right. In the days Cyrus spent in the hospital, every project of The Gordon Group’s branch in West Haven came to a screeching halt. Within days, everything was shut down. 

Cyrus had no choice but to rush back to the company. 

Caleb knocked and entered, his expression as grim as the news he carried. “Mr. Gordon, we’ve found something. It’s Michael from The Ferguson Group who issued the order to freeze our operations.”