My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 138: The Other Room

The door to Cammy’s room burst open with a loud bang, jolting her from the depths of sleep. Before she could even process what was happening, a bright, excited voice filled the air.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" Dylan’s joyful cries rang through the room, his small hands gripping the wheels of his chair as he practically vibrated with excitement.

Cammy groaned softly, her body protesting after the late night she’d had. She barely managed a muffled, "Mmm..." in response. After all, she and Greg had spent hours retrieving the things she and Dylan would need from their apartment while staying at the mansion.

But before she could fully open her eyes, she felt Dylan climb onto the bed, his warm little arms wrapping tightly around her.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" he squealed, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I’d never see Yoyo again!" His gratitude was boundless, and before she could utter a word, he peppered her cheeks with enthusiastic kisses.

Still blinking the sleep from her eyes, Cammy watched as Dylan, with sheer determination, maneuvered himself back into his wheelchair.

Andrea, standing nearby, gave a sheepish smile. "He was determined to get in here, Madam. I’m sorry for waking you, but he just wouldn’t stop talking about his stuffed toy—how he used to never sleep without it when he was younger. I told him you were still sleeping, but he insisted on thanking you in person."

Cammy sighed, shaking off the remnants of sleep, before reaching out to help Dylan adjust his legs onto the footrest. "It’s alright, Andrea. And please, call me Cammy." She ruffled Dylan’s hair with a fond smile.

"This little beagle stuffed toy," she continued, picking it up, "was a gift from my father. Ever since Dylan got it, he never slept without it. That night—the night of the plane crash—we left in such a hurry that we forgot to pack it." Her voice softened, her eyes flickering with unspoken memories. "I suppose, in a way, that was a good thing."

Andrea nodded with a warm smile. "Alright, Cammy. Would you like to have breakfast with Dylan and the kids?"

Cammy arched a brow. "The kids?"

"Yes," Andrea chuckled. "It’s Saturday, so the children on the property usually gather for breakfast in the garden. Would you like to join them?"

Cammy hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "Maybe next time. I need to go to the office for a few hours to submit something. I have been working from the hospital since the accident." Her gaze flickered around the room before she asked, "Where’s Greg?"

"Oh, Mr. Cross left early this morning. Mr. Parker and Mr. Reyes picked him up," Andrea replied.

"I see," Cammy murmured, nodding thoughtfully. "Probably some business to take care of."

With a playful smirk, she suddenly reached out, grabbing Dylan’s chubby cheeks and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Will you be okay while Mommy goes to work for a little while?"

Dylan beamed. "Yes! I’ll just play with Cole and the other kids later." His excitement was infectious.

Andrea smiled. "His nanny will be arriving soon, and the kids will also help set up for the party tomorrow."

"Oh, right—the party," Cammy said, stretching slightly. "Alright then, let’s all get moving so we can finish our tasks for today."

She watched as Andrea wheeled Dylan out of the room before turning to get ready herself. But as she moved toward her closet, her eyes landed on a door she had never really paid attention to before.

She had assumed it was locked—after all, she had never tried opening it. But something in her gut told her to check.

Hesitantly, she reached for the doorknob and twisted it slightly. To her surprise, it turned with ease. The door wasn’t locked.

Her breath hitched as she slowly pushed it open, stepping into a larger, elegantly furnished bedroom.

The deep tones, the masculine scent lingering in the air, the meticulously organized space—everything about it screamed Greg.

Her lips parted slightly in shock. "Is this... Greg’s room?" she murmured. Her gaze flickered back toward her own room, realization dawning on her like a lightning strike.

"His room is right next to mine? And... it’s a connecting room?" she whispered, barely believing her own words.

A slow, disbelieving chuckle escaped her lips. "So that means... he could walk into my room anytime he wanted—without effort. He wouldn’t even need to knock since the lock is on his side."

Her fingers brushed against the doorframe as a strange feeling settled in her chest.

Then, curiosity got the better of her.

Her feet moved on their own, taking her deeper into his space.

Everything was impeccable—not a single thing out of place. "So neat..." she muttered, almost begrudgingly impressed.

Her attention shifted to a console table lined with framed photographs. She stepped closer, studying them.

A picture of Greg as a young boy.

A photograph from the ribbon-cutting ceremony of Cross Tech’s building.

Snapshots of him with Harry and Ethan.

And then, one that caught her eye—an old picture of Greg as a child, standing beside another boy.

Her fingers traced the frame absentmindedly. "Hmm... this must be Harry," she mused. The resemblance was striking.

Just as she reached for the handle of another door—likely his closet—a sharp ringing sound shattered the silence.

Her phone.

Heart pounding, she spun around, rushing back into her room and hastily shutting the connecting door behind her before grabbing her phone.

As she answered the call, she couldn’t help but glance back at the door she had just closed, as if it held secrets she wasn’t quite ready to uncover.

The moment she saw the caller ID, a wide smile spread across her face.

"Ellie! I miss you so much!" Cammy greeted enthusiastically, her voice filled with warmth.

A familiar, dramatic voice responded on the other end. [What is happening, girl? I just got a text saying we’re invited to Dylan’s recovery party—held at Greg’s mansion, of all places! Care to explain what’s going on?]

Cammy let out a soft chuckle. "That must be Andrea or Edward. But never mind that—can you come?"

[Of course! We were all worried about Dylan, but I guess this means he’s doing well?]

"He’s healing fast," she assured her. "Nothing to worry about."

There was a pause before Ellie asked the next question. [Is Ric invited too?]

At that, Cammy’s smile faltered. She exhaled slowly, a slight hesitation creeping into her voice. "No," she finally said. "I decided not to invite him... I have an important announcement to make that day."

[Ooooh, now that sounds intriguing!] Ellie teased. [I wonder what kind of bombshell you’re about to drop.]

Cammy smirked but said nothing.

[Anyway, I have to go—too many guests today. See you tomorrow! My whole family and I will be there.]

"See you, Ellie," Cammy said before ending the call.

As she lowered her phone, a quiet satisfaction settled over her. The decision she had made—the announcement she had chosen to share—felt more certain now. A smile tugged at her lips, and just like that, her mood lifted.

Brushing her hair back, she exhaled and stretched. "Alright, time to head to the office before Chiqui scolds me for making them wait on a Saturday," she muttered to herself with a playful eye roll.

With newfound energy, she strode toward the bathroom, ready to face the day ahead.