Chapter 232: Not Legally Married
Cammy and Dylan stood at the threshold of the living room, their suitcases lined up neatly near the door. Monica stood beside Peter, holding his shoulders as he sat in his wheelchair, his expression warm yet distant, the result of the stroke still etched into the slow, slurred movements of his mouth.
"Thank you for spending time with us," Cammy said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. She looked at Peter with a mixture of gratitude and guilt. "For everything."
Monica offered her a tight-lipped smile, hugging Dylan tightly before brushing his hair off his forehead. "Take care of your mom, okay?"
"I will, grandma," Dylan said, grinning.
Peter’s eyes were fixed on Cammy. He reached for her hand with effort, clasping it between his trembling fingers. "You... my... daughter..."
Peter tried again, his speech thick and broken. "You... my... blood..."
Cammy’s heart skipped. For a split second, her eyes widened. But then she smiled kindly and leaned in, kissing his cheek. "I know you love me, Daddy. I love you, too."
He nodded, the muscles in his face twitching in frustration. But Monica gently ushered him back, whispering soothing words.
Cammy stood by the door for one last moment, watching her parents—Monica tender, Peter struggling to speak. Something about his words gnawed at her. But time was pressing.
Ric’s driver waited downstairs. Once in the car, Ric, Cammy, and Dylan sat quietly, the mood heavier than before. Dylan stared out the window, tapping his cast idly.
At the airport, Greg was already waiting near the security check. He stood tall and poised, dressed in a dark charcoal coat, a backpack slung over his shoulder. The moment Dylan spotted him, he lit up.