My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 94: Let Me Carry You (1)

"All done. We can’t afford to wait for the ambulance—we need to get him to the hospital now," the referee declared urgently, turning to Cammy for confirmation. She swallowed hard and nodded, though her heart pounded with fear.

Duncan immediately stepped forward, his arms outstretched to pick up Dylan. But the moment his hands reached for the boy, a sharp, anguished cry tore from Dylan’s lips.

"No, no! Don’t touch me! My leg hurts!" he wailed, his small body trembling from pain and fear.

Duncan froze, his face clouding with frustration and concern. Cammy, on the other hand, felt her chest tighten painfully at the sight of her son sobbing, his little hands clutching onto her shirt as if letting go would make everything worse.

"My love, we need to take you to the hospital," she whispered, her voice breaking as she stroked his sweat-dampened hair. "The doctors will help fix your leg so it won’t hurt anymore, okay? You have to be strong for Mommy."

Tears streamed down Dylan’s flushed cheeks as he buried his face into her shoulder. "Mommy... Wah!" he sobbed uncontrollably, his tiny hands gripping her as if his life depended on it.

That was it. Cammy couldn’t hold back any longer. Her own tears spilled over as she wrapped her arms around her son, holding him as tightly as she could without hurting him.

"Oh, my love..." she whispered between sobs, her heart shattering with each cry that left his lips.

The world around them faded—no football field, no spectators, no Duncan, no Greg. Just a mother holding her child, trying desperately to be strong for him when she was breaking inside.

"Dylan, come on! Don’t be stubborn!" Duncan’s voice rose, his frustration seeping through. "How can we help you if you just sit there crying? Stop crying and let’s go!"

His sharp tone only made things worse. Dylan’s sobs grew louder, his small body trembling in distress.

Greg shot Duncan a warning glare before kneeling beside Dylan, his voice calm and reassuring. He gently rubbed the boy’s back.

"Dylan, let me carry you, okay?" Greg said softly. "I promise I’ll be extra careful. I’ll walk slowly so your leg won’t move too much, and that way, it won’t hurt as bad. But if you keep crying, your asthma might act up, and your mom will be really worried. You don’t want to make her sad, do you?"

Dylan sniffled, his breaths still ragged from crying, but he slowly lifted his head to look at Greg. His big, teary eyes searched Greg’s face for sincerity.

"You’ll be slow? Promise?" Dylan’s voice was small, fragile.

Greg smiled warmly and nodded. "Yes, buddy, I promise. And if I go too fast, just tell me, and I’ll slow down again. Does that sound okay? Should I carry you now?"

Dylan hesitated for a moment before wiping his tear-streaked face with the back of his hand. Then, with a tiny nod, he raised his arms, silently giving Greg permission to pick him up.

Greg carefully slid his arms under Dylan, lifting him with the utmost gentleness. Dylan whimpered slightly but clung to Greg, trusting him to keep his word.

Greg carefully carried Dylan off the field, following the referee and one of the coaches as they led them toward the school’s van. Cammy and Monica trailed closely behind, their eyes fixed on Dylan, while Duncan remained rooted to the spot. His fists clenched at his sides as he watched them walk away, seething with rage.

’What the hell?!’ he thought, his jaw tightening. ’I’m his father, and they’re acting like I don’t exist! You’ll regret this, Cammy...’

Everyone except Duncan boarded the school van heading to the hospital. Duncan, his frustration boiling over, stormed toward his car and followed behind them, gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled fury.

Inside the van, Greg adjusted Dylan on his lap, making sure not to jostle his injured leg. Then, turning to Cammy, he said, "Can you grab my phone from my pocket and call Harry? Tell him to pick up my Bentley from the school. He’ll know where to find the key."

Cammy instinctively reached toward Greg’s pants pocket, but before she could search, Greg smirked and nodded toward his jacket, using his lips to gesture. "Jacket pocket," he clarified.

As Cammy retrieved the phone, Monica sat beside them, silently observing. Her eyes darted between Cammy and Greg, taking in every interaction, every glance, every subtle movement. A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she pieced together what was unfolding before her.

Fortunately, the hospital was only a short drive from the school, and they arrived in no time. The medical staff acted swiftly, rushing Dylan into the operating room without delay.

Cammy and Monica sat side by side in the waiting area, their hands clasped together in anxious silence. Across the hallway, Duncan and Greg stood apart, leaning against the wall, their expressions unreadable. The weight of the situation pressed down on all of them, leaving the air thick with exhaustion and worry.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by a familiar voice echoing through the corridor.

"Cammy!"

At the sound of his voice, Cammy’s chest tightened. She knew exactly who it was before she even turned her head.

"Ric..." she murmured, her lips trembling as she met his concerned gaze. A lump formed in her throat, and before she could stop herself, tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t even know why, but the moment she saw Ric’s face, a fresh wave of emotions surged through her. It was as if all the strength she had been holding onto was suddenly slipping away.

Ric crouched in front of her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Cammy swallowed hard and gave a shaky nod. "Yes, but Dylan..." Her voice broke, and before she could finish, she covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. The image of Dylan’s swollen, deformed leg flashed in her mind again, and the pain in her heart felt unbearable.

Ric turned to Monica, his eyes silently pleading for answers.

"He has a fractured bone and needs surgery," Monica explained, her voice laced with worry. "We don’t know the full extent of the damage yet."

Ric exhaled sharply, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to Cammy. She took it with a small nod of gratitude and wiped her tears. Without thinking, Ric clasped both of her hands in his, offering comfort. In that moment, his entire focus was on her, completely unaware of the two other men standing nearby.

*Ehem*

A deliberate clearing of the throat broke the moment.

Ric turned his head slowly, his gaze landing on Duncan. A smirk formed on his lips as he deliberately let his eyes sweep over Duncan from head to toe and back again, his expression unreadable yet laced with challenge.

"Oh," Ric finally said, tilting his head slightly. "You’re here."

"How did you even know we were here?" Cammy asked, hoping to diffuse the tension building between the men.

Ric turned his attention back to her. "One of the coaches is a friend of mine. I called him earlier to ask how many cupcakes the school needed for the team, and that’s when he told me what happened."

Greg’s eyes flicked over Ric’s attire—a chef’s uniform slightly dusted with flour. With a casual smirk, he said, "Aren’t you busy, Mr. Rossi? Seems like you have a lot going on in your kitchen. Maybe you should head back. We’ve got this under control." freewēbnoveℓ.com

Ric arched an eyebrow at Greg’s remark before offering a dry smile. "Oh... you’re here too."

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