Chapter 211: Another Test
His right hand was clenched tightly at his side, knuckles raw and bloodied. A nearby pillar bore the brunt of his fury, faint crimson smeared across its white paint.
"Oh my God," Cammy whispered, her heart leaping to her throat. "Greg..."
Greg didn’t move at the sound of her voice. His body was frozen—coiled with anguish. His jaw tightened, breath heavy through flared nostrils. Ric approached him carefully but kept a few steps of space, like one would with a wild animal cornered by pain.
"Greg, please..." Cammy said again, walking faster now.
Monica placed a hand on her arm. "Cammy, wait—don’t push him right now—"
But Cammy shook her off and closed the distance.
Greg turned around slowly, eyes red-rimmed with fury and heartbreak. "You should’ve just told us," he said, his voice hoarse. "You should’ve told us before we fell in love with each other deeply..." he uttered, his words directed at Monica.
Monica felt scared, but she stood her ground. "I didn’t know until recently. I didn’t know you are Richard’s son. I asked you before if you are related to Cross Holdings, but you said you are not. So I didn’t check further."
"That’s fucking lame. You asked if I am connected to the company and not with Richard Cross. Of course I would say no, since I was not, you fucking brainless old woman!" Greg scoffed and laughed sarcastically.
"Oh, I am sorry, I forgot. You are not brainless since you are very good at manipulating people to get what you fucking want, reagardless if who will get hurt. You are pure evil, Monica. You should rot in hell!" Greg exploded in fury and heartache.
Monica stepped in quickly. "Enough! That’s enough, Greg. You need to go. Cammy’s not well. This isn’t the time or place."