My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 120: Emergency Operation

Chapter 120: Emergency Operation

It had been an exhausting day for Cammy, and by the time she arrived at the hospital, Dylan was already fast asleep.

"Madam, he was waiting for you earlier," his caregiver said with a soft smile. "He wanted to show you the new game he created. He let me test it, and honestly, I kind of liked it." She giggled, recalling the fun she had with Dylan just hours ago.

Cammy’s heart ached at the thought. She reached out and gently ran her fingers through Dylan’s hair. "Oh, I feel awful... He must’ve gotten tired of waiting and dozed off."

"No, no," the caregiver reassured her. "The nurse said his new medication makes him drowsy, so that’s probably why he fell asleep early."

Cammy sighed in relief, brushing a strand of hair from Dylan’s peaceful face. "So that’s the reason. And here I was thinking he’d fallen asleep sulking because I was late."

Both women chuckled, their lighthearted moment broken abruptly by the sharp ringing of Cammy’s phone. She glanced at the screen—an incoming call from the hospital. Her stomach twisted.

"Hold on, let me just answer this," she told the caregiver. "They must not have realized I’m already here."

She pressed the phone to her ear. "Hi, I’m already at my—"

Before she could finish, the voice on the other end cut her off. The urgency in their tone made the blood drain from her face.

[Hello, I am looking for Mrs. Camilla Veston. This is the Brent Hill Hospital emergency department.]

The moment Cammy heard the words ’Brent Hill Hospital Emergency Department, her stomach twisted into knots. Her grip on the phone tightened. Dylan was safe, resting peacefully in the room with her—so why was the emergency department calling?

"Y-Yes, this is Camilla Veston. What is this about?" she asked with uneasiness in her voice.

The next words sent a chill down her spine.

[Your husband, Duncan Veston, has been admitted and is currently in the operating room. We need his guardian to authorize his emergency surgery. Can you come here now? If not, we can record this call and proceed with verbal consent, but you’ll need to sign the paperwork later.]

Cammy’s breath hitched. She gestured to the caregiver that she was stepping out, her legs already moving toward the door.

"Wait—I’m on the VIP floor. I’m coming down now. But what do you mean by ’operation’? What happened?" she demanded, fear creeping into her voice.

She might resent Duncan, even despise him for everything he’d done, but that didn’t mean she wished him harm. And from the urgency in the nurse’s tone, something terrible had happened.

[He arrived a few minutes ago, severely injured,] the nurse explained. [His face is swollen, his body is covered in bruises, and he’s been coughing up blood. Scans show liver damage—he’s bleeding internally. The doctors need to operate immediately.]

Cammy’s heart pounded in her chest. "Oh my God..." she whispered, pressing a hand to her mouth.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. "Alright. You can record this call." She waited for confirmation before speaking again, her voice trembling yet firm. "I give full consent for the surgery. Do whatever is necessary to save his life."

[Thank you, Mrs. Veston,] the nurse replied. [I’ll meet you at the emergency department’s nurse station to finalize the documents.]

Cammy didn’t wait to respond. She was already sprinting down the hall, her heart racing, her mind drowning in a storm of emotions she wasn’t ready to face.

Cammy ended the call and stepped into the elevator, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and unease. She wasn’t just worried about Duncan—Greg’s actions gnawed at the edges of her thoughts.

’Did Greg really hit him that hard? Hard enough to damage his liver? But... I only saw him land blows to Duncan’s face. He never struck his body... did he?’

Desperate for clarity, she replayed the confrontation in Duncan’s office, her mind sifting through every detail. The anger, the punches, the chaos. But no matter how hard she tried to piece it together, she couldn’t recall a single moment when Greg’s fists connected with anything other than Duncan’s face.

Something didn’t add up.

The elevator doors slid open, and she wasted no time rushing into the emergency room. The nurse was already waiting for her with a stack of paperwork. Cammy barely skimmed through the documents before signing them, her fingers trembling with urgency. Once the last signature was in place, she was quickly ushered toward the waiting area outside the operating room.

And that’s when she saw him.

A lone figure, pacing back and forth, his hands raking through his hair in restless frustration.

She didn’t hesitate. "Orson? Were you the one who brought Duncan here?" she called out, with a sharp voice, with both demand and concern.

Orson wasted no time closing the distance between them with a worried expression. "Yes, Cammy, thank God you’re here. They wouldn’t let me sign the papers or give consent for the surgery, so I had no choice but to give them your number.

I know you were with Dylan, and I’m really sorry for pulling you away, but I had no other option. Atty. Evans wasn’t answering his phone, I was gonna go for the power of attorney—he’s either too busy or already asleep. But you... you were the only one left. You’re his only family," he explained.

Cammy’s chest tightened at his words. ’His only family.’

He was right. No matter how much anger and resentment lingered between them, she and Dylan were all Duncan had.

Memories surfaced like ghosts from the past—Duncan’s father had gone in a car accident when he was just a boy. Her own father, Peter Watson, had been best friends with him, both of them founding CorEx together.

Duncan, always the withdrawn and distant child, had preferred to be alone over the company of others. While their families gathered, she had spent her time playing with his little brother, the only one who seemed to share her energy.

But then, tragedy struck again. After his father’s death, Duncan and his family vanished from her world, only to reappear years later when she was in the sixth grade.

A social worker had reached out to her father, asking if he would take Duncan in as his legal guardian before the boy was sent to an orphanage. His mother and brother—both gone, lost to an illness that had spiraled into deadly complications due to lack of proper treatment.

Peter Watson had taken him in, given him a home, and provided for him as if he were his own son. He had funded Duncan’s dreams when they were just seeds, but Duncan never needed handouts.

He was brilliant, just like Dylan. He had secured scholarships year after year, and Peter had rewarded him with the money he would have spent on tuition.

Duncan had saved every cent, and built his company from the ground up with those funds, along with a loan he had taken under Peter’s name. In no time, he had carved his own path in the business world, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of his past. And then—he had asked for her hand in marriage.

Cammy’s breath hitched as she stood there, remembering the boy who had suffered so much, the man who had clawed his way to success. And for a moment, she recalled why she had fallen for him in the first place.

He had always been alone.

And she had wanted to be the one to give him the family he never had.

Cammy took a deep breath and met Orson’s gaze, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside her. "It’s okay, Orson. You did the right thing. No matter what happens... legally or otherwise, Dylan and I will always be his family."

Her words hit Orson harder than he expected. Because in another life—one without betrayals, curses, and power struggles—Duncan, Cammy, and Dylan could have been the perfect family...