Chapter 195: Taking Control (1)
Greg stood and gently helped her up, his hand steady at her back as they made their way across the room. Richard had just returned from the hallway, his expression unreadable as he sipped from a glass of brandy.
Greg approached him with calm civility, but there was a noticeable sharpness in his voice as he said, "Thanks for tonight, Father. But we’ll be heading out. It’s been a long day."
Richard’s eyes flicked to Cammy. He didn’t question it. He could still see the lingering distress etched across her face—the paleness, the tension in her jaw, the hollow look in her eyes.
He offered a nod, cold and brief. "Of course. Get some rest."
Aarya chimed in with a warm smile, completely unaware of the storm beneath the surface. "It was so lovely having you both. Let’s do this again sometime soon!"
Cammy forced a polite smile in return, but her chest felt tight, her legs like they were moving underwater. She just wanted to get out of that house—away from Richard, away from the possibility that her entire world had just shifted.
As they walked toward the front doors, Greg’s hand never left her back, steady and reassuring.
But even his touch couldn’t keep her from feeling like the ground beneath her was about to crack wide open.
The moment they slid into the car, Cammy sank into the passenger seat with a long, drawn-out sigh—as if she’d been holding her breath for hours and could finally exhale.
Her head tilted against the headrest, and for the first time that evening, she turned to Greg and offered him a real smile. Not the polite kind, not the practiced mask. This one was raw, tired... but genuine.
"I’m starving," she said, voice soft but lighter now. "Can we get some burgers? Nearest drive-thru is fine."