My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 200: Crumbling World

Cammy’s heart was pounding as she slid into the back seat of the car she’d booked from the Marina. Her eyes flicked restlessly to the window as the city blurred past—every second bringing her closer to the truth she both craved and feared.

Today, she would finally uncover the mystery that’s haunting her: the real connection between her and Richard Cross, and of course, if Greg is really her brother.

The ride felt endless, each red light a personal affront to her urgency. And then—finally—the car pulled up outside the cold, clinical exterior of the DNA Testing laboratory, nestled just behind the imposing Arlon Medical Center.

She stepped out, pulse racing, feet barely touching the ground as she rushed toward the entrance. But the moment she reached for her bag, reality crashed into her like a freight train.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, eyes wide. "The kit—it’s in the luggage."

Panic flickered in her chest, but she didn’t let it take root. Instead, she yanked out her phone and speed-dialed Dylan’s nanny, praying she’d pick up fast.

Three rings. Then a voice.

[Hello? Madam?]

"Hi, I need your help—right now," Cammy said, her tone sharp with urgency. "Can you open my suitcase? There’s a canvas pouch inside—it’s important, take it out carefully.

I need you to give it to a courier driver I’m about to book. Please, go down to the lobby and wait. I’ll send the details in a moment."

She didn’t wait for questions. As soon as the call ended, she opened the courier app with trembling fingers, pinned the drop-off location to the Arlon Medical Center—just in front of the DNA lab—and finalized the booking.

With that small crisis temporarily under control, Cammy exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. But the adrenaline still surged through her veins. She needed a moment to collect herself.

Crossing the hospital’s marble-floored lobby, she found a quiet corner in the café and bakery on the ground floor. The scent of fresh pastries did nothing to calm her nerves.

She sat down, fingers drumming on the table, her mind spiraling through every possibility, every hidden truth that might be unraveling just beyond her reach.

The courier was on its way. The answers were within grasp.

Now all she could do was wait... and brace herself for whatever storm the results might bring.

"Cammy? What are you doing here?"

The voice struck her like a bell in a cathedral—familiar, warm, and unexpected. Cammy was halfway through a sip of her coffee, her thoughts buried deep in the storm swirling inside her mind. Her eyes snapped upward, the cup trembling slightly in her hands.

She looked up—and her heart leapt.

"Felicity! Ric!" she gasped, quickly setting the cup down with a clatter. She rose to her feet and threw her arms around Felicity, the woman who had always felt like a mother.

The embrace was brief but tight, as though Cammy were clinging to something solid in the middle of a crumbling world.

"What a surprise to see you here," Felicity said, smiling warmly. "You should have messaged me, dear. If I’d known you were coming, I would’ve brought something for you and Dylan."

Cammy shook her head, her smile tight. "It wasn’t planned," she said, her voice edged with frustration. "My mother... she did something reckless. She’s been ignoring my calls, my messages—I had no choice but to come here myself. Plus, I want to visit my father too, it’s been a while."

She gestured to the empty chairs. "Please, sit. Join me. What about you? Why are you at the hospital? Are you okay? You’re not sick, are you?"

Concern painted lines across her face, her eyes scanning Felicity for any signs of illness.

But Felicity just waved a hand with an easy laugh. "You always worry too much," she teased. "No, no—I’m fine. We’re just visiting my brother-in-law. Ric’s father had surgery to remove gallstones. He’s recovering well, thank God."

Cammy turned to Ric, her expression softening. "I hope he gets better soon. So that’s why I haven’t seen you around Dalton lately—you’ve been here."

Ric rubbed the back of his neck, a bashful smile spreading across his face. He looked at Cammy like a boy suddenly tongue-tied in front of his crush.

"Yeah... I’ve been here nearly two weeks now. Not just for Dad though—I also sponsored the catering for the hospital’s Children’s Month. They’ve been throwing a week-long celebration for the kids who are admitted here."

Cammy’s lips parted slightly, impressed. "That’s... actually really sweet of you."

Then Ric tilted his head. "What about you? What brings you to a place like this?"

For a moment, Cammy hesitated. Her eyes darted to Felicity, then back to Ric. The words tangled in her throat.

’Should I tell them?’ she asked herself.

Ric had been nothing but kind to her. Felicity—her rock in many ways. They were family. They wouldn’t betray her, not when she felt so exposed, so close to the truth it nearly burned her skin.

"I’m here for... a DNA test," she finally said, her tone low and guarded, as if the very syllables might set off an alarm.

Ric and Felicity exchanged a quick glance, and it was Felicity who broke the silence first. "A DNA test?" she echoed, leaning forward. "For what?"

Cammy inhaled sharply, her fingers curling around the cup she had abandoned. She closed her eyes for a second, grounding herself—and then, the dam broke.

She told them everything. The strange revelations. What Richard Cross had said. What her mother, Monica, had done. The Conservatorship. Every detail, raw and vulnerable, spilled from her lips like a confession she could no longer keep contained.

And when she finally stopped, when the last word left her mouth, Cammy realized something she hadn’t expected: she felt lighter. Not free—never that. But the crushing weight on her chest had loosened, if only slightly. She could breathe again. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Felicity reached across the table and took her hand, eyes filled with sympathy and fierce protectiveness. "You’re not alone in this, Cammy. Whatever this truth is... We’ll face it together."

And Ric? Ric simply nodded, his expression unreadable—but his eyes said everything. He wasn’t going anywhere. This was his chance to show Cammy how much he cared for her and how much he wanted to be by her side.