<h4>Chapter 129: First Party</h4>


    As the car pulled up to Greg’s grand estate, the towering iron gates parted gracefully, weing them inside. The clock struck noon—perfect timing for lunch. The scent of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, signaling that the kitchen staff had been hard at work preparing something special. Greg had made sure of it, instructing the chef to create a meal packed with nutrients yet appealing enough for a child like Dn to love.


    The moment they stepped inside, they were met with warm smiles.


    "Wee back, Miss Watson. Wee home, Dn," Edward and Andrea Freeman greeted in unison, along with the other house staff, their voices filled with genuine warmth.


    Dn beamed and eagerly waved at them. "Hello, Mrs. Freeman! Is Cole home?" he asked excitedly. Cole, Andrea, and Edward’s son, was just a year older than Dn and one of his favorite ymates.


    Andrea chuckled, shaking her head. "He’s still at school, sweetheart, but he’ll be back by five. I’ll make sure hees to see you right away," she promised with a yful wink.


    Edward chimed in, grinning. "Sir, the cook prepared everything exactly as you requested... and then some. Dn’s in for a surprise! I don’t think he’ll be able to walk after eating so much."


    Dn’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he lifted his leg with the cast. "Look, Mr. Freeman! Even if I wanted to walk, I can’t—so I have no choice but to sit back and eat as much as I want!" He giggled, hisughter contagious as everyone joined in.


    Cammy ced a gentle hand on Dn’s shoulder, smiling down at him. "Alright, enough chit-chat. You must be starving. Shall we eat?"


    Dn didn’t need to be asked twice. He threw his arms up in excitement. "Yes! Let’s go! I’m super hungry. My tummy has beenining for a while now!"


    As they entered the dining hall, Dn’s excitement reached new heights. The long table was covered with an extravagant spread—delicious, steaming dishes carefully selected to aid his healing. There were bone-broth soups, protein-rich meals, and even some of Dn’s favorite childhoodfort foods, prepared in a healthy way.


    Cammy’s eyes widened in amused disbelief. "Oh my gosh, Greg, you didn’t tell me we were having a feast! Are we celebrating something I don’t know about?" she teased.


    Greg shrugged with an easy grin. "If we don’t finish everything, don’t worry. There are plenty of people in this house who’ll be happy to help. Nothing will go to waste." He pulled out a chair for her, motioning for her to sit. "Come on, let’s dig in."


    As they settled in, Greg suddenly leaned forward with a glint of excitement in his eyes. "You know, speaking of celebrating, I just had an idea. What if we throw Dn a wee home party?"


    Dn’s fork paused mid-air as he gasped. "A party?! For me?!" His eyes sparkled with excitement, and for a brief moment, it was as if all his worries and pain had melted away.


    Greg nodded, shing a knowing smile. "That’s right. Something small but special. Just to celebrate youing home from the hospital and to celebrate your recovery as well, surrounded by people who care about you."


    Cammy frantically waved her hands in dismissal, barely managing to swallow the bite of food she had just taken so she could speak. "No, no, that’spletely unnecessary! And honestly, it’s just a waste of money."


    Greg, however, remained unfazed, shing a charming smile as he leaned forward. "It doesn’t have to be extravagant. Just something small—your friends, my friends, Dn’s friends. That’s all. Right, Dn? Do you have anyone special you’d like to invite?"


    Dn’s face lit up instantly. "Yes! I want to invite my best friend Timmy from school! And Cassey—Auntie Eve’s daughter! Oh! And if Queenie and Liz cane, even though they live far away, that would be awesome! Also, all the kids who live here! That would be so much fun!"


    Cammy sighed, cing her fork down. "But Dn, sweetheart, it’s not your birthday—"


    "Hep, hep! No buts!" Greg cut her off smoothly, raising a hand as if sealing the decision. "This isn’t a birthday party, Cammy. It’s a celebration of his recovery. Come on, just say yes. We all need to unwind sometimes, and what better way than being surrounded by friends andughter? I’m sure even the staff would love it." He turned toward Edward with a knowing smirk. "Right, Edward?"


    The butler cleared his throat, hisposed expression cracking just slightly. "Well, sir... It would be the first party ever held in this house. So, yes, Miss Watson, it would be quite wonderful to have such an asion."


    Cammy frowned, her gaze shifting between Edward and Greg. "Wait, first party? Are you telling me you’ve never had an event here? This property is massive—you could fit at least five hundred guests, probably even more! You seriously mean to tell me you’ve never thrown a party here before?"


    Greg simply shrugged and returned to his meal. "Never had a reason to."


    Cammy narrowed her eyes. "Not even for your birthday? That seems like a pretty good reason."


    For the first time, Greg’s entire demeanor shifted. His shoulders stiffened slightly, and a shadow passed over his face. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more distant. "I don’t celebrate my birthday."


    Cammy immediately noticed the change, her curiosity was triggered. But before she could push further, Greg gave a dismissive nod. "Look, it’s fine. If you don’t want the party, we won’t do it. It was just a suggestion."


    She studied him for a moment before a yful smirk spread across her lips. "Aww, are you sulking?" she teased, crossing her arms. "Alright, fine! Have it your way. I don’t want to be the grumpy killjoy who ruins everyone’s fun. Let’s do it—but promise me we’re keeping it small, okay?"


    Before Greg could even respond, Dn practically leaped in his seat. "Yehey! I want ice cream at my party!"


    Laughter erupted around the table, the warm and lively energy melting away any previous tension.


    Greg chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to Andrea. "Andrea, could you take care of everything? Get the staff involved. I want an outdoor barbecue, plenty of games for the kids, and everyone should join in. Work with Dn—this is his party, so make sure it’s exactly how he wants it."


    Andrea beamed. "Of course, sir. I’ll make sure it’s perfect."


    With that, the excitement in the room reached new heights—not just for Dn but for everyone in the household. A party wasing, and for the first time in a long while, Greg’s estate would be filled withughter, joy, and the kind of warmth that had been missing for far too long.


    After lunch, Andrea warmly offered to look after Dn until his new nanny arrived the following day. Cammy watched as they walked away from the dining hall, theirughter fading into the distance. Once they were out of sight, she turned to Greg, her expression unreadable.


    "Greg, I want to go to our house today," she said calmly.


    Greg, still finishing thest few bites of his meal, barely nced up. "You mean your apartment? Sure. I was actually thinking the same thing. You probably need to grab a few things."


    Cammy shook her head. "No, not the apartment. Our previous home. Duncan’s house."


    Greg froze mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air as he slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. His brows furrowed, confusion flickering in his sharp eyes. For a moment, he studied her, searching for a hint of what was going through her mind. But Cammy’s face remained unreadable, giving away nothing.


    He set his utensils down, exhaling sharply. "You’re serious?"


    She simply nodded.


    Greg leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, trying to decipher the reason behind this sudden decision. "And why, exactly, do you want to go back there?"