Chapter 242: Daughter
"Would you like me to get you a wedding planner?" Richard asked, glancing between Ric and Cammy, his tone both casual and deliberate.
Ric leaned back slightly, resting his arm across the chair beside Cammy. "What do you think, Cammy?" he asked, his voice gentle. "If it’s up to me, I’d like that. We’re both buried in work, and I don’t want you losing time with Dylan over flower arrangements and cake tastings."
Cammy nodded slowly, her fingers absentmindedly brushing the edge of her mug. "Right... Dylan’s cast is coming off in two weeks. After that... I need to send him back to Duncan."
The air changed.
She didn’t have to look to know Richard’s mood had shifted—she felt it. The subtle but sharp click of his jaw tightening. The way his hand, which had been resting calmly on the table, now curled into a fist.
"That bastard," Richard muttered, the venom behind the words unmistakable. "I think you should get married as soon as possible. Once you do, we can finally challenge the conservatorship and take Dylan back from him for good."
"That’s exactly what I was about to propose," Cammy said, her voice firmer now. A decision rising from inside her like a wave. She turned to Ric, meeting his eyes fully. "Is it okay for you... If we get married before Dylan goes to Duncan?"
Ric’s gaze didn’t waver. Not even a heartbeat passed before he smiled and said, "I can marry you today, if you want."
The words hit her with the force of something much larger than the moment. They weren’t just words—they were steady, certain. No hesitation. No pretense.
Cammy felt the heat rise to her cheeks, a bloom of color spreading from her throat up to her temples. She hadn’t expected that answer. Hadn’t expected it to stir something in her like this—so sudden, so warm. Her heart stuttered and her lips parted in a quiet breath as she bit down gently on her inner lip, her gaze slipping away, trying—failing—to hide the smile tugging at her mouth.
But it was too late.