My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 78: Buried Past

Greg clenched his fist resting on the table, his demeanor shifting suddenly. He began packing up the food they were eating, catching Cammy off guard. "Let’s go. I just remembered I have unfinished work that needs to be sent to the board by tomorrow," he said coldly. "If you’re not done, I’ll wait for you in the car."

Cammy frowned, baffled by his abrupt change in mood. "We’ve barely started eating, and now you want to leave? Fine, but you don’t have to wait. I’ll pack the food and eat it on the way."

She quickly began gathering the food containers, but Greg didn’t wait for her to finish. He left the table without another word.

Hurriedly finishing her packing, Cammy ran after him. "Hey, wait! Look, I’m sorry if I overstepped. You brought it up, so I thought it was okay to ask. I won’t bring it up again. Please don’t be upset. I’m really sorry."

"I’m not mad," Greg said tersely, avoiding eye contact. "Get in the car." Without waiting for her response, he stepped inside, leaving Cammy to follow.

She let out a quiet sigh before stepping into the car, quickly fastening her seatbelt as Greg had already started the engine and was backing up without waiting for her to finish.

The ride was tense, with Greg remaining silent, his focus fixed on the road. Cammy shifted her attention to her dinner, eating quickly and avoiding conversation. She thought of several things to say to break the uncomfortable silence but couldn’t bring herself to speak until they arrived at the mansion.

Greg pulled up directly in front of the main door, where a male staff member stood waiting alongside Edward, the butler. Without glancing at Cammy, Greg stepped out of the car and casually tossed the keys to the staff member, who caught them with precision, like a seasoned baseball player.

"Edward, bring some ice to my study and ensure I’m not disturbed. I have work to finish," Greg instructed, striding into the mansion without a backward glance, leaving Cammy standing by the car.

"Yes, Mr. Cross," Edward responded with a polite bow. As Greg disappeared into the house, Edward turned his attention to Cammy, noticing the way her shoulders slumped as she slowly made her way toward him.

Cammy came to a stop in front of Edward, her gaze fixed on the main door, staring at the spot where Greg had vanished.

"How was your day, Ms. Watson? You seem a bit distressed. Did something happen?" Edward asked politely, his tone calm and reassuring.

"Yes, Ed, something did happen. Did you notice how upset Greg looked? It’s my fault... or maybe it isn’t... but perhaps it is. Ugh!" Cammy exclaimed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.

"I did notice he seemed upset, but I’m confident he’ll move past it soon. Would you mind sharing what happened?" Edward inquired gently.

"Well, he mentioned something about being poor before living with his father, and I asked him about it. I thought it was fine to ask since he brought it up, but he suddenly got cold and angry. I just don’t get him sometimes!" Cammy vented utterly exasperated.

"Ah, I see. Don’t worry, Ms. Watson. He will come around once he settles his emotions. It’s not your fault, please don’t blame yourself." "Are you sure? He looked really mad at me. What exactly happened to him anyway for him to react that way?"

"Madam, I am sorry but it’s not my story to tell. Working in the Cross household was my first job and I am confident to say that you have nothing to worry about. If there’s one thing that I am sure of, it is that, Greg would not stay mad at you for very long if that’s what you are thinking.

I know how the mind of that boy works and right now he is just confused and emotional. When he sets his mind to something, he makes sure he gets it. That man knows what exactly he wants and no one can stop him from getting it.

So just relax madam, let him calm himself down and once he is calm, he will talk to you again. And perhaps explain to you what happened. But he does not explain it, it just means that he is not ready to say it but there will come a time that he will be ready to tell you."

The words of Edward somehow lessen the worry in Cammy’s mind but she can’t help but to still think about it. "That was such wise advice Ed, thank you for that. I’ll go ahead, I’ll check on Dylan and will go to bed, I still need to go to work tomorrow. Goodnight."

Edward nodded and bowed before opening the main door for Cammy.

’Greg, whatever it is that you are going through, I hope someday that you’ll get the courage to tell me. It pains me to see you so hurt like that. I don’t even know how to comfort you since I have no idea what’s in your mind,’ Cammy thought as she climbed the stairs on her way to Dylan’s room.

Following Greg’s instructions, Edward carried a small bucket of ice into the mansion’s home office. After knocking three times, he entered the room to find Greg standing by the window, staring outside, lost in thought. The dim lighting cast long shadows, emphasizing the tension in the air.

Edward moved quietly, setting the bucket on the small bar table. He took a crystal whiskey glass, added two pieces of ice, and poured a generous amount of whiskey. With practiced ease, he handed the glass to Greg, who accepted it without turning from the window.

"Where is she?" Greg asked, his voice low and edged with restraint.

"She’s in Dylan’s room," Edward replied calmly. "She said she’d go to bed afterward. She seemed... shaken by the way you acted."

Greg sighed deeply, swirling the whiskey in his glass as if searching for answers in its amber depths. "I know," he admitted, his tone heavy with regret. "I couldn’t control myself. I tried—I really did—but I just couldn’t."

Edward hesitated, watching Greg carefully. "You’ve always been a man of control, sir. Whatever’s troubling you must be weighing on you more than you let on."

Greg finally turned away from the window. "It’s just... seeing her there, asking questions about things I’ve buried—it brought everything rushing back. Things I’d rather not remember. She didn’t mean to, but it hit me harder than I expected."

Edward gave a small nod. "Ms. Watson seems kind and perceptive. Maybe, when you’re ready, you can share a part of your story with her. It might help—both of you."

Greg stared at his drink for a moment before taking a slow sip, letting the whiskey burn down his throat. "Maybe," he murmured, more to himself than to Edward. "But not yet."

"Do you want me to book a session with your doctor?" the butler asked.

"No need. I got it. I was just not ready for Cammy to know about my past."

"I see. You must like her that much. I think she likes you too, whether she admits it or not. You should trust her more."

"I know, but now is not the right time for that Ed."

Edward patted Greg’s shoulder. "Do what you think is right son, I know you’ll be able to get through it. We are here if you need our help," he said before leaving Greg alone in the room once more.