Chapter 279: Justice
A week had crawled by, thick with anticipation and unrest. Richard Cross had undergone every medical test the doctors insisted upon—and passed them all with flawless precision, as if sheer willpower refused to let him break down while the storm still raged.
He was discharged from the hospital just after lunch. And the moment his polished shoes touched the interior of his waiting car, the businessman in him snapped back to life, colder and more calculated than ever.
"Let’s pay a visit to an old friend," Richard commanded his driver, his tone razor-sharp.
Despite his confinement, Richard hadn’t wasted a single hour. Every waking moment in that sterile hospital room had been spent pulling strings, making calls, and shaking the very foundations of the judicial system. His mission had been clear: force the corrupt judge who handled Cammy’s divorce to confess to his crimes and expose Duncan’s twisted web of deceit.
His phone rang, slicing through the heavy silence inside the car. The name flashing on the screen made his eyes narrow with focus. He answered without hesitation.
"Are you on your way?" Richard asked immediately.
["I’m already here. Parked a block away from the place. Just waiting on you,"] Greg’s voice responded through the line—tense, low, and brimming with restrained fury.
Richard’s eyes darkened with a glint of determination. "Have you told Cammy yet?"
["Not yet,"] Greg answered with a heavy sigh. ["Her body is healing, but she’s still fragile. If she hears the whole truth now, she might break... and I can’t risk her bleeding again. Not with the baby. I need to protect them both."]
Richard leaned back, silent for a moment, understanding more than he cared to admit.
"I get it," he said softly, then cleared his throat. "We’re almost there. See you in a few."