Chapter 70: Fragile Little Heart
"Yes, Cammy, you heard me right," Greg said firmly. "You and Dylan should move in with me. My house is spacious, with plenty of empty rooms for you both to choose from. I know the penthouse is closer to the office and Dylan’s school, but I think he’d be much more comfortable here. There’s a garden, a playground, and some of my employees live on-site with their children—Dylan would have playmates here."
He paused briefly, gauging her reaction before continuing. "It’s only a thirty-minute drive to his school. I’ll assign a driver and a security team to ensure his safety at all times. The same goes for you, whether or not you want to go to the office with me. If you’d rather drive yourself, I’ll provide a simpler car, and your security team can follow discreetly to keep things low-key."
Greg leaned forward slightly, softening his tone. "If you’re uncomfortable seeing me every day, you can stay in a separate wing of the house. Or, if it helps, I can stay at my penthouse while you and Dylan settle here. I want this arrangement to work in a way that makes you feel safe and at ease," he added, his suggestion leaving both Cammy and Grace stunned.
"Wow, Greg, that’s incredibly generous of you," Grace remarked with a nod of approval. She then turned to Cammy. "I really think you should accept it. Based on everything you’ve told me about Duncan, I wouldn’t put it past him to do something reckless—or even hit you again."
Greg’s expression darkened instantly at Grace’s words. He turned to Cammy, his frown deepening. "Duncan used to hurt you? Physically?" he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained anger.
Cammy’s gaze flickered to Greg for a moment before she quickly looked down at her hands, which were fidgeting in her lap. Her voice was quiet and hesitant. "It was just a couple of times... not that often. And it was my fault anyway—I was nagging him."
"No, no, no, Cammy," Greg said firmly as he lowered himself onto the coffee table in front of her. He leaned forward, resting his hands gently on her knees, his eyes locking onto hers. "Even if you had hit him with your bare hands, he had no right to lay a finger on you. No man should ever hurt a woman—ever. Do you understand me? What he did was completely wrong."
His voice was calm but full of conviction. However, his anger simmered just beneath the surface, and he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Standing abruptly, Greg ran a hand through his hair, his other hand resting on his waist as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. He covered his mouth with a closed fist, trying to contain himself, but it was futile.
He started pacing across the room, tension radiating from him, before slamming his palm against the wall with a sharp crack. "Fuck! That bastard!" he roared. "I swear, I won’t let him get away with this—ever!"