Chapter 233: Little Helpers
Cammy’s eyes widened as she processed Grace’s words. Hope flickered, followed by a pang of guilt, a rush of anxiety, and something deeper—something raw. She glanced at Ric, who reached for her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Greg sat still across the room, but his gaze was dark, his shoulders rigid. He avoided Cammy’s eyes.
Grace looked between the three of them. "This might be the only way we can keep Dylan close to you, Cammy. So... think about it. But don’t take too long. We need to act fast."
Cammy swallowed hard, her mind spinning. She was about to answer when Greg suddenly stood up.
"I need some air," he muttered, already walking toward the balcony.
The sound of the door clicking behind him echoed like a warning.
Cammy gripped the edge of the table. She could feel her world spinning, everything moving too fast—too much.
Ric leaned toward her, whispering, "Whatever happens, I’ve got you."
She nodded, but her eyes were on the closed balcony door, where Greg had just disappeared.
Grace looked around the room once more, her sharp gaze softening as she saw the emotions playing across each of their faces. The sadness in Cammy’s eyes was hard to miss, the worry etched deeply into Ric’s features, and the quiet storm brewing behind Greg’s retreating form—his pain, his anger, all painfully clear.
"Cammy, Ric," Grace said gently, her voice shifting into something more maternal, "I think both of you should go. Greg already told me about your plans to meet with his father tomorrow. I’ve drafted the terms and conditions you might need in case you choose to accept Richard’s offer."