Chapter 138: The Other Room
The door to Cammy’s room burst open with a loud bang, jolting her from the depths of sleep. Before she could even process what was happening, a bright, excited voice filled the air.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" Dylan’s joyful cries rang through the room, his small hands gripping the wheels of his chair as he practically vibrated with excitement.
Cammy groaned softly, her body protesting after the late night she’d had. She barely managed a muffled, "Mmm..." in response. After all, she and Greg had spent hours retrieving the things she and Dylan would need from their apartment while staying at the mansion.
But before she could fully open her eyes, she felt Dylan climb onto the bed, his warm little arms wrapping tightly around her.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" he squealed, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I’d never see Yoyo again!" His gratitude was boundless, and before she could utter a word, he peppered her cheeks with enthusiastic kisses.
Still blinking the sleep from her eyes, Cammy watched as Dylan, with sheer determination, maneuvered himself back into his wheelchair.
Andrea, standing nearby, gave a sheepish smile. "He was determined to get in here, Madam. I’m sorry for waking you, but he just wouldn’t stop talking about his stuffed toy—how he used to never sleep without it when he was younger. I told him you were still sleeping, but he insisted on thanking you in person."
Cammy sighed, shaking off the remnants of sleep, before reaching out to help Dylan adjust his legs onto the footrest. "It’s alright, Andrea. And please, call me Cammy." She ruffled Dylan’s hair with a fond smile.
"This little beagle stuffed toy," she continued, picking it up, "was a gift from my father. Ever since Dylan got it, he never slept without it. That night—the night of the plane crash—we left in such a hurry that we forgot to pack it." Her voice softened, her eyes flickering with unspoken memories. "I suppose, in a way, that was a good thing."
Andrea nodded with a warm smile. "Alright, Cammy. Would you like to have breakfast with Dylan and the kids?"
Cammy arched a brow. "The kids?"