<h4>Chapter 99: Get Your Facts Straight</h4>


    "Dn, look what I got for you!" Duncan announced enthusiastically as he stepped into the room, Monica trailing behind him.


    But Dn,pletely engrossed in his newptop, didn’t even nce up. It was as if Duncan’s voice hadn’t even registered.


    Cammy, however, immediately zeroed in on her mother. Her expression darkened with suspicion. "Why are you two together?"


    Monica waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, it’s nothing. We just happened to arrive at the same time. Met in the lobby while waiting for the elevator," she exined casually before something else caught her attention. Her nose twitched as she inhaled deeply, and her eyes lit up when she spotted the table full of food. "Mmm, what is that delicious smell?"


    "It’s from Ricardo," Ethan replied, noting Monica’s interest. "I believe you’ve met him already. He called me earlier and asked me to pick these up from one of his restaurants."


    Monica’s lips curled into an approving smile as she grabbed a te. "Well, what a thoughtful man," she remarked, helping herself to the feast without a second thought.


    "Dn, didn’t you hear me?" Duncan repeated, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "I said I got you something."


    But Dn remainedpletely absorbed in hisptop, oblivious to his father’s words.


    Greg, noticing the tension, gently patted Dn’s shoulder to get his attention before stepping away from the hospital bed, and making space for Duncan. Only then did Dn finally look up.


    "Huh?" he murmured absentmindedly.


    Duncan quickly handed him a box, his face bright with anticipation. Dn took it eagerly and tore it open. "Wow, you got me a gift!" he eximed.


    But just as quickly as his excitement red, it dimmed. His small hands stilled, his smile fading as he stared at the ser ball inside.


    Duncan immediately caught the change in his expression. "What’s wrong? Don’t you like it? You told me you wanted a new ser ball," he asked, puzzled.


    Dn hesitated before gently cing the ball back into the box. "I do... but I told you not to get this one," he admitted. "Mommy already bought me this exact ballst week. I asked for the yellow one so it wouldn’t be the same."


    "Oh," Duncan said, clearly taken aback. Recovering quickly, he forced a reassuring smile. "No problem, buddy. I’ll exchange it or get you the yellow one instead. How about that?"


    Dn gave a small nod before subtly nudging the box aside. His gaze wandered past Duncan, searching for Greg. He spotted him by the table, deliberately keeping his distance, casually serving himself food to avoid any unnecessary confrontation.


    Over the weekend, Cammy hadid down one firm rule—no fighting in front of Dn. If they wanted to visit him, they had to leave their animosities at the door. So far, they had all yed by the rules. But for how long?


    "Uncle Greg, can you help me log in to my Scratch ount? The firewall is blocking it, and it says I need administrator permission," Dn called out, his brows furrowed in frustration.


    Greg immediately set down his te and walked over without hesitation. Duncan, standing by the bed, had no choice but to step aside as Greg took over.


    Ethan, observing the scene unfold, nudged Cammy lightly. Together, they watched as Greg effortlessly assisted Dn, the boyughing and chatting with him as if Duncan wasn’t even in the room.


    Meanwhile, Duncan’s expression darkened. His jaw tightened, his hands curled into fists at his sides. The sight of another man stepping in so naturally, effortlessly taking his ce, was clearly eating him alive.


    Ethan leaned in closer to Cammy and murmured, "You might want to step in before things get ugly."


    CSensing the tension thickening in the room, Cammy quickly grabbed the te she had prepared for Dn and walked over to his side, determined to break the uneasy silence.


    "I think that can wait. Eat your lunch first before it gets cold," she said gently, setting up the over-bed table in front of him.


    Dn, without hesitation, ced hisptop aside, obediently shifting his focus to the food.


    Greg immediately caught Cammy’s subtle cue. Without a word, he stepped away, returning to the table where the others were gathered, resuming his meal as if nothing had happened.


    Duncan stepped closer, his voice low and filled with tension as he leaned forward and whispered to Cammy, "He shouldn’t be here. And thatptop—is it from him?"


    Cammy exhaled sharply, already weary of this conversation. "Duncan, we’ve been over this. Know your ce. If you’re so jealous of material things, maybe you should’ve been the one to buy Dn aptop instead of sulking over it."


    Duncan’s jaw clenched. "I’m not jealous," he stated, his voice controlled but brimming with suppressed anger. "He’s using Dn as an excuse to stay close to you, and you’re letting him."


    Cammy turned to him, her eyes burning with fury. "Maybe I am," she shot back. "So next time, get your facts straight—and while you’re at it, maybe buy the right thing for your own son! Then, just maybe, he’ll be impressed with you. Maybe he’ll actually look up to you for once!"


    With her blood boiling, Cammy didn’t wait for Duncan’s response. She turned on her heel and strode toward the table where the others were gathered, forcing herself to calm down.


    Greg immediately noticed the color rising in her cheeks and the way her fists clenched at her sides. He reached out, cing a reassuring hand on her back, gently caressing it. "Are you okay? What happened?"


    Cammy took a deep breath, willing herself to sound unaffected. "Yes, everything’s f—MY GOD, DUNCAN!"


    A loud crash cut her off. Her heart lurched as she turned just in time to see Greg staggering back, then copsing onto the floor.


    Duncan stood over him, fists clenched, his chest heaving with rage. His grip tightened around Greg’s cor, ready to strike again.


    A scream tore from Cammy’s throat. "STOP IT!"