Chapter 183: Dylan’s Fury
"Dylan!" Cammy’s voice echoed through the hospital corridor as she sprinted after her son. Her pulse pounded, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She spotted him just ahead, standing frozen in front of the elevator with his nanny. The doors were still closed, and the elevator was stuck on another floor.
’Thank God!’ she thought inwardly.
"Dylan!" she called again, her voice thick with urgency, with desperation.
This time, he turned.
The moment his tear-streaked face met hers, Cammy felt something inside her break. His wide, wounded eyes, brimming with betrayal, with heartbreak—it was a sight no mother should ever have to witness.
"Mommy..." His voice cracked as a sob escaped him, and before she could even reach him, he was already moving—hobbling toward her on unsteady crutches, his entire body trembling.
Cammy dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, arms wide open, catching him the moment he reached her. She pulled him close, wrapping him in the fiercest embrace she could muster, as if holding him tightly enough could somehow shield him from the pain.
"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice shaking, her hand cradling the back of his head. "Mommy’s here. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you."
Dylan buried his face against her shoulder, his sobs muffled against her as his small body heaved with heartbreak. "Mommy, I—I saw Daddy..." His breath hitched. "He was kissing that woman." His fingers clutched at her shirt, clinging to her as if letting go meant falling apart completely.
Cammy shut her eyes, willing herself to stay strong.