Chapter 95: Let Me Carry You (2)
Greg didn’t miss a beat. "Of course. I was there supporting Dylan and accompanying my girlfriend to the game," he said, emphasizing the last part with a knowing glance.
Cammy had had enough. "Can you all just be quiet?" she nearly shouted, her frustration spilling over. "All your voices are stressing me out! I just want to wait for the operation to be over in peace and silence. Is that too much to ask?"
The hallway fell into an awkward silence as the three men exchanged glances, before reluctantly backing down.
The three men pressed their lips together, choosing to stay silent. Ric moved to sit beside Cammy, but before he could, she raised a hand to stop him.
"No, Ric. Please sit somewhere else," she said, her voice firm but weary. "I just... I need to be alone."
Ric hesitated for a moment before giving a small nod. Without another word, he took a seat on the opposite bench. The waiting area remained tense, filled only with the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway as they all sat in heavy silence, waiting for news of Dylan’s operation.
After what felt like an eternity, the double doors finally swung open, and a doctor stepped out. Cammy shot up from her seat, rushing forward with desperate urgency.
"How is Dylan? Is my son okay? What about his leg? How did the surgery go?" she asked, her words tumbling over each other in anxious desperation.
The doctor let out a small smirk at the rapid-fire questioning. "I take it you’re the mother?" he asked, and Cammy quickly nodded.