Chapter 426 Annoying
Darcy wanted to go help, now that Eula was in this state, she felt she should help her as a friend.
Elbert, however, held her tightly, "Honey, let's go find Estelle, don't make things worse here."
Thinking about how Judson still had a bullet lodged in his head because of Eula, and it could take his life at any moment.
He just hoped Darcy wouldn't make things worse and let them be.
If their mood improved, maybe Judson could live longer.
Even Hugo wasn't confident about the surgery, which showed how difficult it was.
Hugo was a medical genius, and if he found it difficult, it meant Judson was really in danger this time.
Darcy struggled, "Elbert, you don't understand, Eula was heartbroken because she saw Judson sleeping with another woman, that's why she fell down the stairs. How can I not help her?"
Elbert couldn't care less; at this moment, he just wanted to get Darcy out of there.
He picked her up and walked briskly towards the hospital.
Darcy slapped him, "Elbert, what are you doing? Put me down."
Her eyes were fixed on Eula, who was being held by Judson by one shoulder. Darcy knew she couldn't break free from Judson's grip.
Darcy had no choice; if it were another man, she might have a chance, but against Elbert, she had no chance at all.
Eula glared at Judson with wide eyes, "Let go."
"No." Judson's cold voice sounded, and then he shoved her into the car.
Eula screamed, "Judson, let go of me."
But she couldn't fight Judson; he shoved her into the car and got in himself.
"Drive," Judson ordered coldly after getting in, and the driver quickly drove away.
Eula grabbed the door handle, trying to open the door, but it was impossible.
She raised her hand and hit the glass, furious.
She didn't want to be in his car at all, let alone be so close to him. Had he already slept with Kristina and then remembered her?
Eula felt a pang of bitterness and sadness.
Judson's head still hurt a bit, but it was much better than before. His long legs were elegantly crossed, and he looked sideways at Eula, who was pressed against the glass. "How did you get the injury on your head?"
Eula faced him with the back of her head, not answering.
Judson had completely lost his patience; his gaze darkened. "Eula, I'm asking you a question."
What was wrong with Eula today? He was already feeling unwell, and her cold attitude made him feel even worse.
He leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes.
His large hand fumbled, grasping her small hand in his palm. "Eula, are you angry because Kristina was at my house?"
Judson seemed to have suddenly figured it out and asked this question.
Eula tried to pull her hand back, but he wouldn't let go, so she had no choice but to let him hold it.
But his hand was cold, unlike his usually warm hands, and his face didn't look good either. What was wrong with him? Was he exhausted?
Thinking of this, she felt even more upset and tried harder to pull her hand away.
Judson pulled her over, holding her in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, inhaling her scent and the smell on her body. He closed his eyes and felt much more comfortable.
Eula was like his antidote; if she had stayed in his arms like this earlier, maybe his head wouldn't hurt so much.
Eula moved her shoulder. "Judson, can you let go of me?"
Thinking of him sleeping with Kristina, and his body covered in Kristina's scent, she felt sick and wanted to vomit.
She hated Kristina and her mother deeply. The only reason she could coexist under the same roof with them was that she was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity for revenge.
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