My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 272: Citizen’s Arrest

Chapter 272: Citizen’s Arrest

"Tell me—are you okay? Why weren’t you eating? Don’t you realize how dangerous that is for our baby? Did they hurt you in there?

Were they treating you right? Look at you, you’ve gotten so thin!" Greg’s words tumbled out in a rush, sharp with worry and guilt, as he hovered by Cammy’s bedside, gripping her hand like a lifeline.

Eve raised her palm between them like a referee stepping into the ring. "Whoa, cowboy. Slow down. She’s not ready for an interrogation," she teased, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "Let the woman breathe before you bury her in questions."

Greg exhaled, a sheepish grin flickering on his face as he scratched the back of his neck. "Right. Sorry. I just... I needed to know."

Cammy gave him a small, tired smile, her voice hoarse but sincere. "It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. I should’ve taken care of myself better. But I couldn’t help it, Greg...

Every waking moment, I saw Dylan’s face—how terrified he looked when they tore him away from me." Her lips trembled, eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I can’t erase it."

Greg reached for her hand again, this time raising it gently to his lips. He kissed it softly, his touch trembling with emotion. "I should’ve been there. I failed you both... but I’m here now, Cammy. And I swear—on everything—I’m not leaving your side again. I’ll make this right."

He then turned to Eve, nodding gratefully. "Thank you for everything. For staying. Just give me today—and tomorrow, you can rest. I’ll take over. She’s in my hands now."

Eve smiled warmly. "You don’t need to thank me, Greg. Cammy’s my best friend. I’d walk through fire for her. But... you better keep your promise."

Then, with a pointed glance at Grace and Cammy, her tone cooled. "And while you’re playing hero, don’t forget to take care of your father... and deal with Monica."

Greg’s jaw tightened. He turned back to Cammy and knelt beside her. "I need you to know—there’s no going easy on Monica. She nearly ruined us. If Ric hadn’t told the truth..."

Cammy nodded firmly and wiped a tear from her cheek. "I know. And I won’t stop you. She needs to pay for what she’s done."

Greg stood and exchanged a grim look with Grace. Together, they exited the room and were met by a chilling sight—Monica, perched on a bench in the hallway, her legs crossed, feigning calm as Richard’s bodyguards loomed beside her like silent sentinels.

Greg’s voice was steel. "Where’s my father?"

One of the bodyguards stepped forward. "The nurse said they’re transferring him to the emergency room now, sir."

Another guard gestured toward Monica. "What should we do with her?"

Greg’s lips parted to speak, but Grace stepped forward first, her tone razor-sharp. "We’re taking her to the police—"

But Monica shot to her feet, her voice shrill and full of venom. "You will not touch me! This is illegal! You can’t detain me like this! I’ll have every one of you sued for unlawful restraint!"

"Oh yes, I can," Grace snapped with a sardonic smile. "It’s called a citizen’s arrest, Monica. Look it up." Then she turned to the bodyguards and nodded sharply. "Move her. Now."

Monica thrashed against their grip as the guards grabbed her arms. "Let me go! I did it for our family! I did it to protect us!" she shrieked, wild with desperation. "Richard will understand once he calms down!"

But her words fell flat. No one believed her anymore.

Grace turned to Greg, her expression softening slightly. "Go. Your father needs you. I’ll handle this snake."

Greg gave a curt nod, eyes flicking back to Monica—cold, unreadable—and then turned on his heel, striding toward the ER with purposeful steps.

As he disappeared down the corridor, Monica’s wails echoed behind him.

And for the first time in a long time, justice finally started to rise from the ashes of betrayal.

Greg reached the emergency room just as the doors swung open and a nurse exited, clipboard in hand. He pushed through, heart pounding, and spotted Richard lying on a gurney, propped up by pillows, an oxygen tube under his nose. A doctor was speaking to him calmly but firmly.

"—his blood pressure shot up significantly," the doctor said, turning as Greg approached. "Given his age and recent stress, we’re recommending a full cardiac workup. We’ll be admitting him for observation and additional tests."

Greg nodded immediately. "Do what you need to. I’ll handle the paperwork."

"Excellent," the doctor said, gesturing to a nearby nurse. "She’ll bring you the forms."

Greg followed the nurse out to the station, quickly scribbling his signature where needed, mind racing. Cammy. Monica. Ric. His father. Everything’s falling apart and rebuilding in the same breath.

When he returned to Richard’s side, his father’s expression had changed from fatigued to fiery.

Richard glared at him, voice sharp with fury. "What the hell is going on, Gregory?" he hissed, eyes narrowing. "I thought you told me there was nothing between you and Cammy. Or should I say—that woman?"

Greg froze at the foot of the bed, jaw tightening. "Dad, not now—"

"No, now, Greg! I fucking believed that she was my daughter. But no, she’s only daughter to that gold-digger!" Richard barked, slamming his palm against the bed railing.

"You kissed her like you were in a goddamn romance movie! In front of me! In front of everyone! So tell me—have you been lying to me all along?"

Greg stepped forward, his eyes sharp. "No. I lied to myself. And I lied because I knew you wouldn’t understand. Because you would never approve. But it doesn’t change the truth."

Richard stared at him in disbelief. "She’s Monica’s daughter! You just witnessed what that woman is capable of doing just to get money!"

"She was just a pawn," Greg continued. "Used by Monica to twist everything around. To get what she wanted. And you—you helped her do it, even if you didn’t know."

Richard leaned back, eyes wide, processing the flood of truth. "God help me..."

"You don’t need God right now," Greg muttered, his voice raw. "You need to rest and get better. Because whether you like it or not, Cammy is carrying my child. And I’m not letting her go."

The weight of Greg’s words dropped like thunder in the room.

"You mean that’s your child and not Ric’s?" Richard asked in disbelief.

"Y-Yes. Ric had decided to claim it so the child wouldn’t grow up while everybody sees it as the product of sin," Greg reiterated.

For a long moment, Richard said nothing—just looked at his son with a blend of shock, betrayal, and something else... grief.