My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 124: Please Reassure Me

Cammy pushed herself to focus, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she tried to clear as many tasks as possible while keeping an eye on Dylan. Thankfully, she didn’t have to do much, his caregiver was there.

Dylan was happily absorbed in his studies, typing away on his laptop as he practiced coding.

She had already told him about Duncan’s condition, but his young mind couldn’t fully grasp the severity of it. Maybe he would when he finally saw him, bruised, weak, and nowhere near the powerful, unshakable man he had always known.

A sudden knock pulled Cammy from her thoughts, but before she could even say come in, the door swung open.

"Uncle Greg!" Dylan’s face lit up with joy as he stared at him from the bed.

Dylan’s eyes gleamed with excitement. The delicious aroma of freshly prepared dishes filled the room, momentarily easing the weight on Cammy’s shoulders. But as she met Greg’s gaze, she could tell, that this visit wasn’t just about lunch.

"Oh no, I completely forgot to tell you," Cammy blurted out, her face shifting from surprise to guilt.

Greg’s brows knitted together as he gave her a sharp look. "Forgot to tell me what? What’s going on, Cammy?"

She hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Duncan was rushed to the emergency room last night. He’s in the VIP room next door now. We planned to have lunch there so Dylan could see him."

She ran a hand through her hair, frustration was obvious in her voice. "I was so exhausted from lack of sleep, work, and the things that happened yesterday, that I completely forgot you were coming today. I’m really sorry..." She offered him an awkward, apologetic smile.

Greg’s expression softened, though a hint of concern remained. "That’s fine. Just take this food with you so you don’t have to go out and buy more," he said, setting the bags down on the table. But then his frown deepened. "Wait—he got admitted? That must mean it was serious. What happened?"

Cammy sighed again, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "It’s a long story. I’ll explain later."

She turned to Dylan’s caregiver and gave a quick instruction, "Can you take Dylan to his father now? Let them have some time to talk. I will follow and bring the food over."

The caregiver nodded, already preparing the wheelchair.

As Dylan eagerly got ready to see his father, Cammy glanced back at Greg. She could see the questions swirling in his eyes.

Greg walked over to Dylan and playfully ruffled his hair. "So, buddy, should I come back later?" he asked with a warm smile.

Dylan’s face lit up with excitement as he eagerly nodded. "Yes, Uncle Greg! I actually have a question for you later. I’ve been working on a coding problem with a loop, but something’s not right. The third and fourth loops keep throwing errors, and I can’t figure out why. Can you check what I did wrong?"

Greg’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He let out an amused chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. "Wow, I’m impressed! Are you sure you’re only eight?" he teased.

Dylan grinned proudly. "I’m turning nine soon!" he announced.

"Haha! Still too young to be talking about debugging loops." Greg laughed, shaking his head in admiration. "But sure, I’ll take a look later. Or better yet, have your mom email me your code, and I’ll check it before we meet. That way, I can already have an idea of what went wrong and explain it to you."

Without hesitation, Dylan turned to his laptop, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard. Within seconds, he clicked a few times, then pulled the screen down, shutting it off. "Email sent, Uncle Greg," he said matter-of-factly, flashing another proud smile.

Greg tilted his head, a little amused, but then his phone chimed with a new email notification. His eyes widened as he pulled it out of his pocket. "Wait... Did you just send me an email?" he asked, clearly in disbelief. "Hold on—you know how to send emails? And wait a minute... How did you even get my email?"

Dylan giggled, absolutely delighted by Greg’s reaction. He loved impressing someone as brilliant as Greg—after all, he looked up to him. "I saw it once on your business card," Dylan said proudly, his eyes twinkling.

Greg let out a whistle, shaking his head in amazement. "You memorized it just by seeing it once?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.

"Yep!" Dylan nodded enthusiastically before breaking into another round of giggles.

Greg chuckled, shaking his head. "Kid, you’re something else. I think I need to step up my game before you start teaching me how to code."

"Wow, kid. I think a simple laptop isn’t enough for you anymore. I should get you a full desktop setup. Or better yet—how about your own computer lab? You could have your own server for file storage, maybe even start building your own programs."

Dylan’s eyes went impossibly wide, his lips forming an "O" as if Greg had just offered him the keys to a secret tech kingdom.

But before the boy could even start daydreaming, Cammy stepped in, crossing her arms with a knowing smile. "Alright, that’s enough, you two. A laptop is more than enough for now. A whole computer room?" She shook her head.

"That would only mean he’d be locked in there all day. I want him to be a kid first—to run, play, get into a little trouble outside, and actually have a childhood."

Greg chuckled, while Dylan pouted but quickly broke into a giggle. Even the caregiver laughed softly at Cammy’s firm stance. Cammy gestured for the caregiver to go ahead, signaling that it was time for Dylan to be transferred into his wheelchair and taken to the other room.

As soon as they were out, the air in the room shifted. Greg turned back to Cammy, his expression sobering. "Alright, spill. How did he manage to get himself into trouble this time?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

But then, as if something clicked in his mind, his eyes widened in horror. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and gasped. "Oh no... No, no, no..."

Cammy immediately reached out, gently prying his hand away from his face. She knew exactly what he was thinking. "No, Greg. It’s not because of you," she assured him firmly. "Duncan got beaten up by Bartolomeu Tucker. The old man completely lost it and overdid it—he hit him so hard that he damaged Duncan’s liver."

Greg’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. "Are you serious?"

Cammy nodded grimly. "His assistant brought him here after he started vomiting blood. It was so bad that he almost drowned in it. They had to rush him into emergency surgery to stop the internal bleeding. His whole face is unrecognizable—bruised, swollen, just... awful. Dylan might not even recognize him when he sees him."

Greg exhaled sharply, still struggling to process the information. "Wait... Bartolomeu Tucker? As in Annie’s father?" he asked in disbelief. "You’re telling me that old man managed to do that much damage to Duncan?"

"Yes, because he allowed him. He didn’t fight back and just received all the beating," Cammy confirmed. "Apparently, Duncan went to him to apologize about what happened between him and Annie. But that’s all I know. His assistant won’t say anything else—just kept repeating that Duncan would kill him if he said too much."

Greg took a step closer, his hands reaching for Cammy’s arms, gripping them gently but firmly. His dark eyes burned with something intense—fear, worry... maybe even desperation.

"Cammy," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "If Duncan and Annie’s engagement falls apart, promise me you won’t go back to him. Tell me you won’t." His grip on her arms tightened slightly, his voice almost pleading. "I need to hear you say it. Please reassure me."

Cammy stared at Greg, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer intensity of his gaze. His fingers dug slightly into her arms, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her realize just how much this mattered to him.

She parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out at first. How was she supposed to answer that?

Seeing her hesitation, Greg’s grip tightened just a fraction more. "Cammy, please," he urged. "I know Duncan was once your whole world, but things have changed. You’ve changed. You fought so hard to rebuild yourself after everything he put you through. If he comes crawling back, begging for another chance, I need to know you won’t just... fall back into his arms."

Cammy let out a slow breath, glancing down at where his hands held her. "Greg, I..." She swallowed, lifting her gaze to meet his once more.

Greg hasn’t released her yet, waiting for the words that he wants to hear so badly. At that moment, it didn’t matter to him if Cammy would choose someone else over him, just not Duncan.

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Sorry everyone, just 1 Chapter today. I had dental surgery yesterday, got 4 stitches, and my gums and left cheek are really swollen and I’m in pain. I can only release 1 Chapter today, but the surgical wound is healing fast so let’s hope I can return to 2 Chapters/day.