My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 100: Brawling Men

Chapter 100: Brawling Men

As Greg and Duncan clashed violently in the hospital’s VIP room, Cammy stood frozen, torn between the two. Who should she pull away first? The chaos was overwhelming, and then—Dylan’s cries pierced through the room.

Her heart clenched, but before she could react, Grace and Monica rushed to comfort the frightened boy.

Seizing the moment, Ethan and Harry sprang into action. With swift precision, they grabbed the brawling men, forcing them apart.

Greg didn’t resist. He let Harry pull him back, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Lifting a hand to his mouth, he wiped the corner of his lips and stared at the blood smeared on his fingertips.

Duncan, however, was a different story. He thrashed under Ethan’s grip, his rage burning unchecked. "Let me go!" he bellowed, his voice shaking with fury. His eyes locked onto Greg, seething with venom. "I’ve had enough of that maniac! Keep your damn hands off my wife, you bastard!"

Cammy’s stomach twisted. She took a steadying breath, forcing her voice to remain level, for Dylan’s sake. "Duncan, please stop!" she pleaded, her tone firm yet desperate.

Duncan’s eyes burned with fury as he turned to Cammy. "Really? You’re telling me to stop instead of your womanizing lover boy? Are you that blind? He’s just using you, damn it!"

Cammy squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply as she pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to maintain control. One hand rested on her waist before she finally pointed toward the door. "Get out," she ordered, her voice low but firm.

Duncan didn’t move.

Something inside Cammy snapped.

"I said get the hell out!" she exploded, her voice shaking the room. "Can’t you hear our son crying because of your damn temper? You scared him! What kind of father does that? Stay the hell away from us from now on!"

Duncan remained frozen, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Without another word, Cammy stormed to the door, flinging it open. Spotting her security detail at the end of the hallway, she called out sharply, "Take this man out of here. Now. And don’t ever let him come back."

"Unbelievable! Are you fucking kidding me, Cammy?" Duncan roared, his eyes blazing with rage. "You’re really doing this? You’re actually trying to keep me from my own son? You know you can’t! I am his father, goddamn it!"

"Oh, but she can," Grace interjected, stepping forward with a smirk. She flipped her phone around and held it up for Duncan to see. "See this? I just recorded everything. You are being violent. You, terrifying a child. Your son, crying because of you. This is more than enough evidence to file for a restraining order. So, if I were you, I’d think twice before making another scene."

Duncan’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. His hands raked through his disheveled hair as he straightened his shirt, nostrils flaring in fury. When he saw the bodyguards approaching, he lifted a hand to stop them. "No need. I’ll leave on my own."

Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls trembled.

Cammy let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her like a tidal wave. But the moment she turned to Dylan—still sobbing in Monica’s arms—her heart clenched with guilt.

"Oh, sweetheart..." she whispered, rushing to him. She scooped him into her arms, holding him tight as she stroked his back. "I’m so sorry, baby. You should never have had to see that. I’m so sorry."

Through his sobs, Dylan clung to Cammy, his small hands trembling. "Why did Daddy hurt Uncle Greg?" he whimpered. "Uncle Greg wasn’t doing anything bad. He was just standing there, and Daddy hit him. I saw it. He punched him for no reason. Mommy... is Daddy a bad guy?"

Cammy’s heart shattered at the pain in her son’s voice. She tightened her arms around him as if she could shield him from the cruelty of the world. She had tried so hard to protect his innocence, but now, his own father had shattered it. And that—that—was something she would never forgive.

"I’m so sorry, my love," she whispered, rocking him gently. "I wish you never had to see that. Please, sweetheart, calm down. Don’t cry..."

Greg stood a few steps away, his hands clenched into fists. His gaze darkened as he watched the mother and son cling to each other, Dylan’s tiny body still shaking with heartbreak.

"That bastard," Greg muttered under his breath. His voice was low, but laced with fury. He turned to Grace, his expression hard. "He shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near them. Can you do something about that?"

Grace crossed her arms, her eyes sharp with determination. "I’ll see what I can do," she promised.

Greg grabbed a wet wipe, dabbing at the blood on his lip before straightening his shirt. Once he composed himself, he approached Dylan and Cammy, his expression softening as he saw the lingering distress on the boy’s face.

"Hey, buddy, look at me," Greg said gently as he sat on the hospital bed beside Dylan, patting his back reassuringly. "Uncle’s fine, see? No need to cry."

Dylan hesitated for a moment before finally letting go of Cammy and shifting toward Greg. He wrapped his small arms around him in an earnest embrace. "I’m sorry about what my Daddy did, Uncle Greg," he murmured. "Maybe he was just really tired from work... that’s why he was grumpy."

Greg couldn’t help but smirk. ’This kid is more mature than his own father.’ He ruffled Dylan’s hair playfully. "You don’t have to apologize for what adults do, kiddo. That’s not your responsibility. You just focus on being a kid—your studies, your dreams. Leave the grown-up mess to us."

Greg met Cammy’s eyes over Dylan’s head and gave her a small nod, silently telling her to go eat while he stayed with the boy. Taking the hint, she exhaled and moved to join the others.

Standing beside Ethan and Grace, Cammy shook her head in disbelief. "I can’t believe Duncan actually did that."

Ethan crossed his arms. "He’s dangerous, Cammy."

Before she could respond, Grace’s phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "As expected," she muttered. "Duncan’s lawyer just texted, asking for a meeting tomorrow to discuss a possible settlement. Are you free?"

Cammy scoffed, a bitter chuckle escaping her lips. "Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Grace. Accept their request." Her eyes darkened with finality. "Let’s settle this once and for all. I want this divorce done yesterday."

Grace smirked and nodded, feeling excited about the incoming battle that she would get into.

’You will see what I can do, Duncan. I am no longer the sweet and naive girl who used to follow you around and say yes to everything you said. I have grown into the woman whom I should have been from the start.

You abused my love for you, you used me just to get what you wanted. You are evil to the core and I was too blind to see that. I cannot forgive you anymore when you involve my son in your selfishness. I’ll make sure you will crawl to the ground, I swear!’