Chapter 167: That Dress
"Who the hell are you calling Cammy?" Chiqui asked, her eyes never leaving the road as she gripped the steering wheel. "You’ve been dialing that number non-stop since lunch."
"My mom," Cammy sighed, her frustration can be felt in every syllable. "I’ve been trying to reach her since Monday. Calls, texts—nothing. She’s completely ignoring me. Not a single response, not even a missed call. I don’t know what else to do. Should I just fly there?"
Eve, lounging in the back seat, arched a brow. "Honestly? Yes. After everything she pulled, you need to confront her face-to-face."
Chiqui nodded in agreement. "You don’t have anything urgent in the Cross Mart project right now. Why not take a leave and go?"
"I wish it were that simple," Cammy muttered. "Harry and Mila have been training me, and it’s no walk in the park. After seeing everything Harry has to juggle for Greg, I honestly have no idea how that man is still breathing. He’s even trying to convince Greg to hire an administrative assistant just to help me and Mila keep up."
Chiqui shot her a quick glance. "So what’s your plan?"
Cammy exhaled, rubbing her temples. "I’ll push through with the gala and Dylan’s checkup this weekend. Then we’ll go see my parents. But I wish I could talk to my mother before that."
"Speaking of parents," Eve suddenly piped up, her expression shifting. "Greg’s supposed to take you to meet his family, right? Wait... isn’t that tonight?"
Cammy shook her head. "No, it got pushed to Saturday night. Both Greg and his dad suddenly had ’urgent meetings.’ To tell you the truth, I’m relieved. I’m not ready to meet his entire family just yet."
Eve frowned. "Why not? Are they horrible to you or something?"
"It’s not that. I met his father and stepmother once," Cammy hesitated, biting her lip. "I just have a bad feeling about it."