Chapter 270: It Was A Setup
Cammy stirred softly, her eyelids fluttering open to a dim room basked in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. At first, her vision blurred—then shapes became clearer.
The scent of coffee lingered in the air. She saw Eve by a small counter, carefully pouring coffee into a cup, and Richard typing on his laptop at a sleek desk not far from the hospital bed.
She blinked. The room was grand—lavish, in fact. A plush velvet couch sat near the window, heavy drapes framed the tall glass panels, and the linens on her bed were softer than anything she remembered from her time in jail.
"Where... where am I?" Her voice cracked, weak from dehydration.
Richard immediately sprang up from his laptop and rushed to her side. Eve turned quickly, her eyes widening as she hit the nurse call button without hesitation.
"You’re safe, Cammy," Richard said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You’re in the hospital. You collapsed in jail—you were bleeding badly."
Cammy’s eyes widened as panic surged through her. Her hand flew to her abdomen.
"My baby!" she gasped, her voice rising as she tried to sit up.
"Careful, careful—lie back down!" Eve rushed to her side and gently pushed her back to the pillows, her voice firm but gentle. "The baby is okay, but you’re on strict bed rest. You have to stay still."
Cammy’s hand remained on her belly as her breaths came fast and shallow. "Thank God..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I thought... I thought I lost..."
Richard stood frozen for a beat, overwhelmed. Then he sank down beside her bed, his voice thick. "Cammy... you didn’t tell me. You didn’t tell me you were pregnant."