Chapter 128: This Curse Ends With Me
Duncan’s entire body tensed, his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched at his sides. His teeth ground together so hard it felt like they might shatter. Rage boiled in his veins, an inferno of fury threatening to consume him.
If it weren’t for the fresh wound from his surgery, if he had even a fraction of his usual strength, he would have launched himself at Greg without hesitation, fists flying, and wouldn’t have stopped until the bastard was left gasping for air on the cold hospital floor.
But reality was cruel. Right now, he was nothing more than a broken man, confined to a hospital bed, unable to even stand without wincing in pain. Helpless. Powerless. And worst of all, forced to watch as another man took his place in his wife and son’s life.
No matter what he said, no matter how much he wanted to fight for them, his words carried no weight. Not when he was too weak to even stand on his own two feet without the help of his walker.
The silent war between Duncan and Greg waged on through their locked gazes—an unspoken battle of dominance, of unrelenting hatred. If looks could kill, the hospital room would have been a battlefield drenched in blood.
But then, a small voice, so sweet and innocent, cut through the suffocating tension like a knife.
"Goodbye, Daddy. I hope you get better soon," Dylan said softly. "Can I video call you when I want to see you? The doctor said I have to get better first before I can travel here because I have to be careful with my leg."
Duncan’s hardened expression softened instantly. He looked down at his son and reached out, playfully pinching his chin, earning a giggle from the boy. "Of course, you can. Ask your mom for my number, and I’ll answer your call right away." His voice was warm but firm. "Promise me you’ll focus on getting better, alright? And don’t slack off on your studies."
Dylan nodded enthusiastically. "Okay! See you soon, Daddy!"
With that, he leaned in, wrapping his small arms around Duncan’s waist, squeezing as tightly as he could before planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Then, without hesitation, he raised his arm toward the caregiver, signaling for her to lift him back into his wheelchair.
The moment was slipping away—Dylan, Cammy, Greg—they were all about to walk out that door and leave him behind. But Duncan wasn’t done yet.